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SRT on every Glock, (Thanks Yakree) SRT on every Glock, nigga SRT on every Glock Why these niggas talking tough, like I won't get niggas touched Big bankroll my pockets thurl, she say she done I don't give a fuck Poured a 4 off in my sprite, double up, double up, double my cup Buying em' bodies nigga fuck that ice Won't turn out nice if you play with us Trackstar, made niggas run, ffft, made a nigga leg bend They tryna' get Dot out the way, whoever they send a dead man Fuck yo dog I'll say it again, bitch we the ones who hit your mans Left his hoe ass on the curb, free KShordy tell em' get his mans We put niggas up, new opp died, felt like a nut Aw aw got that shit bad, .556 done hit his gut You know we clean niggas up, left his bitch ass stank as fuck Old opps want new beef, them niggas just some sitting ducks Jarvo show me a 20 balled, dirty ass jit you broke as fuck You ain't been on no drills Almost got killed, the driver fucked us up Sliding with this hockey stick, tell me who head gon' be the puck Kenajae sit yo young ass down, I'd hate having to come and fuck you up Y'all still in y'all mama house, nigga don't go no money put up That's why when y'all go to jail You poor ass niggas be in there stuck Bitch ass nigga gotta take that L You cuffing that hoe and Greenlightt fucked Cracka must get rebirthed from hell That bitch ass nigga keep gettin' up Stood on business, bought them switches, send them bitches to the city Watch this 50 sang like Whitney, police want me, come and get me All my opps some fucking bitches, Mookey bitch ass need stitches Calvin ass got shot up, hoe ass nigga know he better not diss me I stay sliding through the 6, cap ass nigga ain't on shit Run down, turned around too late all he could say is "Oh shit!" Slide up on the opps, move like he puttin' on lotion I put a opp on breaking news, I'm the one who got your bro hit Other little boy screaming 22, shut the fuck up you a whole snitch You admitted to it, remember you told me, we was at practice bitch How the fuck you smoking Leeke, your soft ass ain't gon' clap shit I don't even want your bitch, she tryna fuck, that pussy bap ass shit Petey got hit Curt got on live, Bibby got smashed Foolio ain't slide Smoke his past 2x whenever we ride, RodK got dropped old VL crying Niggas don't slide, these niggas be lying Ask 6 what he did when Teki ass died Cojack got slapped your bitch ass ran Kinda hard to believe you gonna pop that fire We all we got, what you did about Dre Nigga know we don't miss, smoke Mitch to the face Mask up riding around through the 6 with a K If your ass reading this then sorry you late I ain't going on a date if I can't take Drac Nigga run up on Dot, get shot in your face These bullets too hot bake niggas like cake Free 21, Kai, and free Lil Dre Free the guys Nigga free all the guys, nigga free KSpazz That's Draco shorty man Nigga already know how we fucking rocking man Free Lil Kai, free 21, free Dre man Free all my niggas fighting them cases We still smoking these dead ass Bitch ass niggas and we standing on business nigga Any nigga can get it nigga, fuck you nigga Fuck your momma, your daddy, your sister, your brother Fuck all the opps nigga 6K, nigga, AV6K, bitch!
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Jack Richard Thierer, Chris Mejia, Hiheartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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