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AV with that drip, ho (Hit me) Hit me, little pussy, and you gonna be ou-out of luck This that .44 poppin' guts, leave yo' lungs filled up with mud We accept the hits and drop 'em, leave ya body in the trunk Do not fuck with us, I'm fienin' for some blood And I'm over this, runnin' from coppas, choppas with .40 clips I'm supposed to dip, choppin' it up with mobsters and poker chips Roll the dice but just know sacrifice and that I'm imposed to flip Openly, I'll be honorary the honored by obelisk (hit me) All the homies makin' bread, you really wanna toast to this? Life been blessed since 2020, am I really focusin'? I've been up like super early, locked off doors keep openin' All for me, I feel like I'm chosen, is anyone even close to this? Pop, lock it, drop it, bitch, empty out yo' bank I just hit a fuckin' lick, and I'm sippin' on that drank I might drown you in the ocean, nigga, I'm just bein' frank And I'm smokin' propane, I just got it from Hank What you mean? She gon' fuck with me That bitch for the team, sippin' lean That bitch say I'm mean, I'm like, "What you mean?" You a fiend, always make a scene, can't never come clean I'm a king, bitch, it's team four, we comin' for the ring Hit-hit, hit me little pussy, and you gonna be ou-out of luck This that .44 poppin' guts, leave yo' lungs filled up with mud We accept the hits and drop 'em, leave ya body in the trunk Do not fuck with us, I'm fienin' for some blood Got a bitch in the back that I'm packin' I'm back in the pack and they callin' me captain I'm stackin' 'em racks, and I'm crackin' her back in I'm rappin', you lackin', I'm smokin' on cat piss I just be fuckin' the track, hey, I don't be fuckin' with scat-play You gotta talk with your man's, hey, that some shit he understands, hey Best of every era, never underestimate, I'm better I'm with the chrome Beretta, told that boy, "It's like whatever" Pugh, p-p-p-p-pussy Can't a motherfucker tell me what the fuck is cookin'? Uh-huh, I'm whoopin', whoopin' up the nookie Uh-huh, you pussy, you motherfuckin' rookie Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof Got the choppas on the block, up on the streets, woof Who gon' stop us? We get commas every week, woof We stomp 'em off, big steppers Pradas on my feet, roof My whole team dogs and we just broke off of the leash Ah, top don, upper echelon, do not get involved Calm down, FN on my arm, do not run it off Stand down, who gon' set me off? Bitch, can't turn me off Man down, decompose to rot, bodies cross 'em off Step in, reppin', lethal weapon, call a reverend easily Check in with the Smith & Wesson knock off heads so breezily Settin' up the keys for me, I bet on the secrecy Never know who's creepin', and that's why I keep the heat on me (yeah, yeah) Young killa, do it for the skrilla (gang, gang) Big spender, posted in a villa (yeah, yeah) Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep
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