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Selfmade Kev
Selfmade Kev
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Kevin Troncoso
Kevin Troncoso
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Aye I'm with the trappers and the scammers Wock sippin tris sippin gang shit nigga Smoking straight za Yea Yea In the trap them niggas come around you better lock that door Fuck this rap shit if it take to long i go back to selling bowls I just heard about this flexing nigga got it from a hoe My two shorty's quick to rob you probably take you off the floor I need chains and watch and bracelet probably take that nigga phone I just poured some tris up in my cup This shit ain't for the low I just booked a trip to cali get them highs in for the low How the fuck i made like twenty thousand selling to the bros How the fuck i'm in these streets with all this jewelry, keep a chrome How the fuck you let them niggas rob you Don't you keep a pole I'm the boss so if i tell them niggas go They quick to go Shit like voss around my neck with water Need some more Man them niggas cappin they ain't never Seen fuckin twenty roll I was in the city with a 40 riding in the rolls Rob had made a 50 trappin out his crib Just selling lows I had stacked it to the top before they started Selling pros You could get whatever from me baby Long as you keep it closed Nigga keep that trap open for long This shit don't ever close And i keep a bankroll with me nigga this shit will never fold Yea i keep a banger with nigga i'll never go Nigga andy sleeping off the lean let's make a hunnit mo I was really dreaming bout this shit Look how i passed em all West was really flying in the jet Nigga let me tag along My lil shorty sweating of that x He ready to tag em off Yea uh, and we gone tag em all Pistols get the clapping and we pull Like what's cracking ho In the field for real Please don't shoot yourself like plaxico Want that gas we taxin tho And kev lit off the act you know like dammit I been bussin OA man a nigga doin damage Shit get lit like perkys like im bussin off the nannas Shit gone hit like curry Like we clutching on them hammers Pull and we blam em Let me understand us They call me aqua baby You know i'm a priest yea She want that money baby fuckin for that breesh yea And i'm dripping everyday this prada fleece here I ain't playing we still claiming for some gz here Niggas pussy they just banging On them beats here Crip like tookie i don't never want no peace here Could've been on but i'm caught up In these streets yea Nse and selfmade niggas got that breesh yea Want some money tell em hit me On the telegram Man i told em way before i was flipping hella grams Cash out baby when i pull up at the teller man Steady flagging like we rollin with the talibans Want some money tell em hit me On the telegram Man i just told em way before i was flipping hella grams Cash out baby when i pull up at the teller man Cash out baby when i pull up to the
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