Lyrics

Man said don't hold that grudge, but bro I ain't lettin' it go Bro got a Glock ready to buss, incredible gun, I'm lettin' it blow Got three to two slugs in a dusty pole, to make you go whoa, and leave you concussed on road I always smoke on him, maybe him might just do both I'm ready to rock it, everyone's rollin' First day of the month and jakes patrollin Fuck say somebody told them, don't get bored, right out in the open I don't care if the venue's closing, crash that mo and we get the opponent Who's that in the backseat, back that out still leave man soaking Uh, I wanna see what it does, yo I wanna see where it goes when a man go grip That ting with a glove, yo Don't run, don't cut, cause things get cut when a man try run Do a quick juicing Capri Sun, fuck it she got a thing for thugs Just started, we're far from done, for me she trecking to LDN Don't ask me when will the end try come to the ends and end up Sprinter me on the back of the ped, got a splinter hopping the fence Who let him cook, go get me the chef Test my temper, see how I get, get wet in December covered in red I don't wanna have hundred friends, I want a hundred mil Bro got a robbery charge, he's taking cash with a shotgun over the till I know that I'm cold, I'll give you the chills How you think, how you think smoking kills 'Cause we got smoke for anyone, Hashtag it's in the backpack still Man said don't hold that grudge, but bro I ain't lettin' it go Bro got a Glock ready to buss, incredible gun, I'm lettin' it blow Got three to two slugs in a dusty pole, to make you go whoa, and leave you concussed on road I always smoke on him, maybe him might just do both I'm ready to rock it, everyone's rollin' First day of the month and jakes patrollin Fuck say somebody told him, don't get bored, right out in the open I don't care if the venue's closing, crash that mo and we get the opponent Who's that in the backseat, back that out still leave man soaking
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