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RoadRunnaRay
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QuinceRunItUp
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Getting packs I got a lot free my demons out the box Man I flip em for the low the pack will make your heart just stop Im on my demon shit cause we ain't never duckin on no opps Drillin season shit cause we the ones that got the block so hot Riding down the section servin fiends im servin rocks If you flexin all that bread youll see a stollie at your spot If he dissing on the gang then shit we knockin off his top Like we are not the same I make a bag just on your block Getting packs I got a lot free my demons out the box Man I flip em for the low the pack will make your heart just stop Im on my demon shit cause we ain't never duckin on no opps Drillin season shit cause we the ones that got the block so hot Riding down the section servin fiends im servin rocks If you flexin all that bread youll see a stollie at your spot If he dissing on the gang then shit we knockin off his top Like we are not the same I make a bag just on your block If you broke then how we beefing you ain't touched a couple racks You ain't reup on a pack flip it quick and make it back This designer drip im gauranteed to make your bitch wet We be on that shit I catch another opp go to the next Man ill catch another opp and then ill leave them like the rest If he talking out his neck head tap put him straight to bed Only 15 chase a bag im servin shit im selling meds Give a fuck bout what you said serve a bucket serve a head Loud just for the net I promise you dont wanna start that shit Dissing on the team then youll be talking to these hollow tips If the bag is calling how the fuck am I gone call a bitch Call me a block demon in the mode im tryna spark some shit Youngin im on bail I held it down ill never tell Please just know who I be rockin with them demons straight from hell Tell your bro that all that talking shit youll get it just aswell Free up crodie out the cells keep the fake and free the real Getting packs I got a lot free my demons out the box Man I flip em for the low the pack will make your heart just stop Im on my demon shit cause we ain't never duckin on no opps Drillin season shit cause we the ones that got the block so hot Riding down the section servin fiends im servin rocks If you flexin all that bread youll see a stollie at your spot If he dissing on the gang then shit we knockin off his top Like we are not the same I make a bag just on your block How I'm poppin out the party I go crazy off the henny It get crazy in my city hella opps man I got many And I Grip the pack od man you should know that I got plenty If we hoppin on a mission please dont ask me if im ready You should know that I be ready I was tryna flip the pack like way before my friends had any I got the subis for the denim I be sippin on that remy I be standing on my business if you want me spin and get me If you want me spin and get me bitch Never lacking im still leanin see dat pussy kid just squeeze it I'm the type of kid to do it up and leave him for no reason And im getting to the bag these bitches switchin like the season Man I Swear I been the plug you know my number if you fiending Know my number if you need it If you fucking with my money best believe that im gone bleed it I don't fuck with nothing funny if he opp I leave em leakin If you bustin out the strap you better use then just clean it I be posted with my demons Getting packs I got a lot free my demons out the box Man I flip em for the low the pack will make your heart just stop Im on my demon shit cause we ain't never duckin on no opps Drillin season shit cause we the ones that got the block so hot Riding down the section servin fiends im servin rocks If you flexin all that bread youll see a stollie at your spot If he dissing on the gang then shit we knockin off his top Like we are not the same I make a bag just on your block Getting packs I got a lot free my demons out the box Man I flip em for the low the pack will make your heart just stop Im on my demon shit cause we ain't never duckin on no opps Drillin season shit cause we the ones that got the block so hot Riding down the section servin fiends im servin rocks If you flexin all that bread youll see a stollie at your spot If he dissing on the gang then shit we knockin off his top Like we are not the same I make a bag just on your block
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