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Y'all already know what the fuck I'm going on Whole lot of 448 shit Whole lot of bro to scale shit Gang, gang, gang You know I'm smooth with it Purple shirt like 250 I had that sack, I fucked it up, I ain't know what to do with it While you in class, I'm on the block doing the homework in the kitchen Young nigga worth half a ticket I wanted, I go and get it Seeking voucher, I blew off midget 448, the gang, we winning Just spent 15 on appendix Cop a hunnid, serve the city In your trap, we pass a 50 Trapping hard as if 450 Cut the dub, make flip for 60 You know this trap shit really in me Touch up the chop, still got to switch it I fucked this bitch, now niggas in it Switch my tie, got lit off 50 I'm in LA with like 20 Push up gang, we having plenty Pull down, take shit like I'm Beanie I'm serving hard, bitch, come get with me Trap on five shots, run bullshitty And free my nigga off that Yeah, but till then, we gon' hold it down And when it come to selling bowls on the drive, nigga, I got the crown I ain't never let a nigga play like we at the circus, nigga, I ain't no fucking clown And every nigga that spent on me, I spent back, but I turned around Drop back to back like 50 rounds Boy, the gang know we run the town I ain't wanna serve him, made him move around Niggas smell like bacon, had to wipe him down Had to light the black, the gas too loud He done told me back and got to keep it down Nigga broke, ain't seen a hundred pounds allowed Told the hoes to load, might buy a house Slay one, five, then pull it up from the south Met a quick team, bitch, you came in and left out I walk in your trap and take over your trap So many britches, we can build us a house 448, we ain't seeing no drought And I run up that check, niggas do it for clout Bitch, I throw a hundred bowls at the house Hold tight, bitch, let me get on the mouth Got a new spot for the gang, trap it out He ain't got me a rack, I ain't even popping out Niggas be faking and capping, they round I'm flat out of state, 20K in my lap Out of mind, out of state, I ain't fucking with Chow Your nigga get fronted, I know that he capped Cops want one to put up on the map He think he a shooter, I ain't even got straps Don't play with this shit, ass, your brother got tapped Walk down on opps, I don't shoot at no house Broke dope, boy, nigga, my momma can bounce Young nigga, 25, tucked in the couch Now turnt up, having more than your spouse This shit around my neck, could've bought me a house And I know I got more than these niggas, no cap Don't pull up on me, bitch, I stay in the trap You know I'm smooth with it, purple shirt like two-fifty I had that sack, I fucked it up, I ain't know what to do with it While you in class, I'm on the block doing the homework in the kitchen Young nigga worth half a ticket I want it, I go and get it Zeek and Vouch, I blew off midget 4-4-8, the game, we win it Just spent 15 on appendix Pop a hundred, serve the city In your trap, we'll pass a 50 Trapping hard, this is 450
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