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Man, fuck that
I've been out here all day, man
Let me get one of them things, man
Man, bruh, I told you 'bout smoking them shits
Man, I'm a grown ass man, fuck you talking 'bout man?
Y'all niggas know I been out here all motherfucking day
A'ight, a'ight
Me too nigga, fuck you mean
Let me see that shit
Was just chilling, hold on, hold on
Ay ay ay, hold on bruh
You see that nigga right there, bruh?
Who the fuck is that?
I'm telling you, man
That's fool, right there
Naw man his shit all blonde
Naw bruh, I been seeing this nigga, bruh, man
He acting like he been too good for the hood and shit
He don't be coming round no more
That's fool from the other side
Man look, bruh, this is what a nigga gon' do
A nigga gon' make an example out of this young nigga
Man, I'm telling you, bruh, we gon' capitalize
This is what we gon' do
We gon' sit out here
We gon' make this play bro
I'ma sit out on this nigga right here, man
We gon' get him
I been peepin', searching for a pussy nigga for the woo
Give me all of that or you ain't coming back nor baby boo
I just need it, I'm anemic and I know it's critical
And I'm sorry if I up the stick and have to click on you
I ain't going back to jail, nigga, fuck the feds
If I gotta kill a nigga, gotta cut the dreads
Put him in his spot, nigga, run the bread
Before I nut up, put a gun to your head
Z3 yeah C4, frankly I don't know
Posted sellin' green so not no mo'
'Cause a nigga is tired of being broke
And I'm tired of living at my folks
My old girl need some help
And my girlfriend bout to have a jit
Plus, I don't want him growing up saying daddy never had shit
Daddy never had it, but based on analysis
I never seen challenges, I look at his Roley I know that he flashin' it
I wouldn't mind seeing blood just like I got off dialysis
Lord of the dark and violent
Only know imperial niggas move in silence
Look that old boy yeah you shining
Steve got gold, and his girl got diamonds
Hopping in the whip, two niggas riding
We all gon' die nigga fuck reclining
We all got five, let's get behind 'em
Let's go get 'em
Who's that peeking in my window?
Baby, please pass the extendo
Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo
Two 44s at your head, don't be a hero
I said who's that peeking in my window?
Baby, please pass the extendo
Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo
Two 44s at your head, don't be a hero
I been seeing, watching cause these niggas got it in for me
Flexing flashy wrists is correlating with my golden teeth
Diamonds all around a neck and it came with a diamond ring
I done seen all kind of shit, what niggas do over finer things
That's why I carry the nine on me that's a three times three extendo, that's a ten-four
Seen them niggas on the 191, but a nigga peep game on the 194
Woah, bending corners just to see if they followed us
Sweating bullets, heater under my cardigan
These type of niggas is known to be poppin' shit
Deep in my thoughts
Know who the prophet is tryna to take my wealth
Gotta protect my wifey and my jit
Gotta set an example if you thinkin' I'm a walking lick
Never believed in lawlessness, but I could be with the shits
When I'm nervous, it's dangerous
If the police pull up, then I tell 'em I'm innocent
They tried to run down on us, swore that the clip I might empty it
Lords of the dark and violent, just ended up on the pavement, quiet
This is the reason why niggas divided, pray to the lord I don't get indicted
Send me all the way to Rikers Island
Dead on the ground now, he's a carcass
That's our guy, nigga, that's our target
Let's go get 'em
Who's that peeking in my window? (Calling backup, calling backup)
Baby, please pass the extendo (calling back up right now)
Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo (we have a young nigga on the ground right now)
Two 44s at your head, don't be a hero (uhh, dread locks, black tee)
I said who's that peeking in my window? (Call the paramedics right now)
Baby, please pass the extendo (suspect is in a white Porsche)
Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo (two other suspects in the vehicle)
Two 44s at your head, don't be a hero (please follow them, we got a problem now)
Ay yo, when I see that nigga again, fool
He ain't gon' get away from what the fuck he did to my dog nigga
I don't give a fuck if the nigga is flashing
I'ma take his shit, fuck his bitch, kill his jit
That's what im gon' say
That's all it is
Knotty headed ass niggas out here bruh
We all we got, woo-woo, woo-woo
That's all we got
Woo-woo