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Im playing the background like a adlib If they tryna talk send em to the admin Look at his walk you could see he savage Whenever it spark Brody stop the gassing We gotta off anything still active White chalk teachers ain't pass em Gave up that friendship for some fashion Niggaz be hella hoes Sucking the opposite dick for some clout, still calling all on my cell phone You know we don't play, we don't need aim, 30 sticking like some velcro Walk em down in person, he was moving nervous Could of extended my elbow HEADSHOT, BELL GO DEAD OPP, ELMO RED DOT, YELLOW Tape up on ya block several Had to reincarnate I was cooling Thinking they better than me is they foolish All that shit that he said he ain't do it Next time he see me he gon try to prove it Put that beam to his bean ima use it Ain't scared of no man we human Dashyyy Fibbies be asking for rides, this ain't no tltt da taxi Don't be picking and a choosing a side, if you ain't gon Bltt da Blast it The day that lil bro died, same day I said we gon get on the mappy Still getting Gltt da Gassy, I'm really racing not made for the backseat Raised up as a athlete, that's how I got all of this skill with the tactics Metal mechanics, addicted to shit that be ripping through fabric Homie had Pltt da Panicked, seen em close range like Brody what happen You only tough in ya captions One man army I'm always the captain With a spinning reaction 321 And we finish the flagging Why he froze when we tagged him We don't start first we only be matching Taking my drip to the cleaners Chasing like meek but these niggaz dreamers Im getting up they spending on eaters Purchase the pints mix it in the liters Jacking the mikes want me to beat it Not out of spite but her boyfriend cheating Don't lose ya life heard that from the teachers Big facts, they know that I been around like Skinny nigga and I'm gaining pounds light It ain't personal But the shit that I know it could hurt a few Still all love if I gotta murk a fool They know Sha let me show em what Murdaa do Dashyyy Fibbies be asking for rides this ain't no tltt da taxi Don't be picking and a choosing a side If you ain't gon Bltt da Blast it The day that lil bro died Same day I said we gon get on the mappy Still getting Gltt da Gassy I'm really racing not made for the backseat