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Grrah Notti, bussin' Grapestreet-K, I'm lookin' for a cuzzin' My gun keep showin' Bro, I'm buggin' Over East, I'ma bend through that tunnel Lex, Lenox, that shit spun through Tryna push up? On G, bet I dust you Like, when I up, where the fuck you gon' run to? Come to her crib, I won't delay my duffle Notti, Dotty, it's a couple KayTee, Ray, I smoke both when I hustle Bet I bend in the snow with my broom, not a shovel, like Bro made him lay in that puddle We started bendin', we don't need a huddle Somebody call him, I think he in trouble I hit from the back, she said I fucked up her bundle, like Pack her, I ain't tryna cuddlе Niggas wasn't outside when we was on that block Hop out that V, I'm tryna flock Bеt you I up on that strip and he drop Run down, I'm clearin' out the lot Sweepers, my niggas shakin' the spot What happened to Notti and E With The Dot? Kha's dissin'? I'ma walk up that block Bro start buggin', flickin' near the cops You the line? Give me the drop Like, word to bro niggas flicked on the Flocks Catch him outside, I'm gettin' on his block I been flockin' so much, don't know when I'ma stop What you did? I did a lot Like, I done had niggas duckin' they I'll be the last to go by a thot Lil' bro tryna shoot him, he already shot Pour wock, I gon' fuck up my phantom Think that he tough? Bullets make him a dancer Bad knock, this shit a jammer Get out my ear, when I flick I can't hear them Knocka buggin', might knock down a panda .40 so loud that shit fuck up my, like This shit fuck with my eardrum I'm throwin shots, no they don't want no cancer Notti, bussin' Grapestreet-K, I'm lookin' for a cuzzin' My gun keep showin' Bro, I'm buggin' Over East, I'ma bend through that tunnel Lex, Lenox, that shit spun through Tryna push up? On G, bet I dust you Like, when I up, where the fuck you gon' run to? Come to her crib, I won't delay my duffle Notti, Dotty, it's a couple KayTee, Ray, I smoke both when I hustle Bet I bend in the snow with my broom, not a shovel, like Bro made him lay in that puddle We started bendin', we don't need a huddle Somebody call him, I think he in trouble I hit from the back, she said I fucked up her bundle, like Pack her, I ain't tryna cuddle
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