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Keep it 100 Yeah Never switch it up Glock 43 extended with a 50 drum Leave 'em eating up the clip like ah pack of gum Hollow tips hit like a jet why you tryna run Iced out over seas Shipped from Italy See these diamonds on my wrist I'm looking heavenly Just to show the pussy boys i keep the bread on me But don't try to be a fool i'll catch a felony I'm off my element Met this fine She roll my woods Shit smoking excellent Said that she learned how to roll back in Connecticut Told her come back to my crib Now she's in residence Bitch i'm heaven sent Block call me the new messiah for their preference The broke boys tryna stir the pot Because i fucked their bitch Now if she is yo bitch Then why she suck my dick Yeah i got the vv's An they know that Bitches touching on my chain Better keep yo hoe back Only here to get the brain I don't fuck with hoe cat Baby better keep them panties on Lean that throat back Shooters with me Keep them boys strapped to my side Like i'm sticky 17 with new extensions it's ah semi Strapped my bro up with a glock an ah 223 Say they smell the weed I got what you need Snow Gas Pills Even fucking ecstasy Keep it 100 Yeah Never switch it up Glock 43 extended with a 50 drum Leave 'em eating up the clip like ah pack of gum Hollow tips hit like a jet why you tryna run Iced out over seas Shipped from Italy See these diamonds on my wrist I'm looking heavenly Just to show the pussy boys i keep the bread on me But don't try to be a fool i'll catch a felony This shits like therapy Broke ass pup we'll take yo life We on some pedigree Always hating on the game You on some jealousy I'm just here to get that sack Live on the legacy Hit all my enemies Block got so hot Had to go with new identities Imma always keep it real I keep the energy Imma young shot caller like ah referee Get it by the pounds Bitch i'm gone trap All these hating ass clown Yeah they all wack Imma hit em with these rounds In they ball caps Leave 'em six feet down Dressed in all black Boy don't act tough Heard you was snitching on the block When you got locked up Crazy how blood turn to rat when they in handcuffs Just to get time off the clock he tellin on his bro Imma up that pole Leave his blood cold That boy know too much an he gone talk to much he gotta go Keep it 100 Yeah Never switch it up Glock 43 extended with a 50 drum Leave 'em eating up the clip like ah pack of gum Hollow tips hit like a jet why you tryna run Iced out over seas Shipped from Italy See these diamonds on my wrist I'm looking heavenly Just to show the pussy boys i keep the bread on me But don't try to be a fool i'll catch a felony
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