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Uh uh uh uh Talk to 'em Uh uh uh (gang) Let me get in my zone Slime Slatt Brrdd Lil Bam Bam Don't you hit my phone Asking about a bitch that I already hit Boy you sound like a hoe Pop me a perc then I get in my zone Then I get to geeking (slime) Now I'm itching to blow (slatt) I been on the block since lil league Ask anybody I'd bet That they tell you they know I don't fuck with these nigga's They hoe's get jam they fold Don't fuck with these niggas Be breaking the code (Breaking the code) They say it's Shiesty Summer (what) It's a Shiesty Winter My heart colder than December Did me wrong when I was little Nigga I remember I'm Murdering shit like a killer (Talk to 'em) I got niggas fighting cases Locked up in that system Who ain't never coming home Until they free 'em (talk to 'em) Nigga's hating on me, I can't be 'em (Talk to 'em) They say it's competition, I can't see 'em Tunnel vision on a mission On the road to riches Nigga you can't tell me nothing Juvenile classification I lied to the judge I'm just keeping it a hundred (Keep it A Hundred) If it ain't about the millions Nigga I ain't signing I don't even want your money (I don't want your money) Car jacking, hitting licks and toting sticks I walk down show 'em how I'm coming (Talk to 'em) Now I gotta spit my pain (pain) Reminiscing about them times I was left in that rain (I was left in that rain) Juvenile locked in that cell (that cell) Making beats on the wall Listening to rain Everybody I loved had changed (They changed) Only person that I had by my side was lil Frank Like fuck that let's hit a stain (a what) I'm a product of my environment (OohWee) Gotta make away (OohWee) Now the jit was down bad on his dick (on his what) So now he gotta go hit a lick (Now he gotta go hit a lick) Look in eyes an you can see the demon But couldn't nobody tell 'em shit (cuz he a demon) Cold hearted fell in love with the streets And he love to walk down with that stick (Oh C'mere) Run with the Reaper, he fighting them demons They been in his head since six (Boom boom boom) Lil young'n he really Killer Every time he shaking his dreads He want somebody dead Fuck nigga play with this shit On S double G Ten K Trey I'm busting his head (number nine) Speaking about bodies We don't talk about bodies Feds pick me up they don't know what they saying Look in his eyes he done caught him a body He try to play it cool but it fuck with his head (OohWee Oohwee) Shh be quiet (OohWee) I'm trying to Blank me a Nigga (say what) I'm trying to Stank me a Nigga Fuck that Go to jail I'm a shank me a nigga These niggas they Cap for the Net (Bow) And they Cap in they Rap No they ain't pulling triggers (They ain't pulling triggers) Fuck nigga play with this missile I'm Big Double Nine Bitch I hang with them Killers (Slatt) I hop on this bitch and I kill it I hop on the track and go in Like I'm MoneyBagg Yo (Yo) I learnt the game from the OG's Talking about Old School Nigga's Who still selling Dope Yeah this that Dope Boi shit That Young Nigga Shit Yeah I got that Trap Nigga Flow (Trap Nigga Flow) My uncle them Trap out the Spot Know we can't make shit Hot And them Junkies they still beat the door I put my soul in my song Yeah I get in my zone Yeah these fuck nigga's know I'm a blow I remember when I was little We was broke and I think the young nigga Had to sleep on the Floor Plenty times they did me wrong But traded me so many times And it fucked with my soul Hell no I ain't signed to no deal But I'm worth a few million These fuck nigga's already know (Already know) Hop in the game Fuck up the whole industry (Talk to 'em) I'll teach you some shit You ain't even know Lil Shawty she chasing that fame So she'll do anything So I made the hoe give me her throat I'm feeling like Trap Out Cuz I need all the bands Bitch I need all the mafuckin' dope (Them Bags) (them racks) You Know that we strapped with them poles A fuck nigga play Then we send him up Just like a drone (boom boom boom) Bitch Slime Slatt Lil Bam Bam Oohwee