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Got, got, got ya, sucker This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari Now man- (D-J-J-T) This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari Now man, it's big as fuck (dope) Cut a nigga head off his shoulders, then kick it up Let that bitch fall to the ground, his homies pick it up We don't pay for hoes, dick 'em down, they be tippin' us I'm ridin' and I'm dodgin' stupid potholes Trust me, you don't wanna look down the Glock nose Bend down the block, dip a nigga like some nachos 'Cause I got green, tell a nigga some cilantro I'm in the D, you know call up DPs Call the wrong plumber, he gon' leave a nigga leakin' Ridin' in a low-low (skrrt), oh, yeah, we creepin' Don't get mixed in this potion, it will turn you to a faece Oh, yeah, you know we pop up, we gon' pop ya Pull up to your cookout to pop ya Come through, turn your trap house to a mop house Leave your head on the floor, your blood gon' get mopped out Got some niggas in PA, free Yae Yae And sell cheap, leave a man down, mayday Chuck shoot you like a duck, Wesley Snipes, blank K Chino sellin' E, so every day is payday I got some niggas on the seventh mile of the eight mile Rocaine piecin' niggas up MMA style Booda hold my Ruger, I brought the K out Hit his block on hot day, turn into a bake out I need some thiyow, I call Suav and he bring it out Snap Dogg wet your shirt up, then he wring it out Shells at your head, so I can see what you thinkin' 'bout Johnny Dang, he gon' pull up, just bling me out Balmains or Robins, I got options Flip him like a sack, Keke thought he was a robber I'm goin' fast in this M6 and it's raining Bitch, put your seatbelt on, no complainin' She fell in love because of that, I need a restraining Lamron, they gon' come through and make arrangements DK sendin' P's off, and I'm in and out Tadoe bend on me in a Benzo Big birds sendin' hot shots, nigga, get low Slide down on a lil' nigga, hit his big folks What Rocaine on? We pull up, ain't no boxing Don't get out takin' off your shirt, we let shots squeeze Steal a nigga's lies, but we are not thieves The way we cut these niggas up, we make lunch meat Rest up Robito, we smokin' dope, we yellin' Up this AR-15 and Mad Maxx a nigga That's KuGlo, but they on the roof, though, snappin' pictures At least that's what it look like when that scope smack a nigga
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