Yeah she want to cheat, all me
Yeah choppa, it making em bleed
And my niggas wanna shoot from the three
I got yo bitch and she f*cking on me
She f*cking on me for the free
She wanted the X so I gave her the D
Everywhere that I go they cannot compete
If he wanna talk he get hit with this beam
This fire, 45 shots in his top
That nigga talking that boy was an app
We watch em spin then he dropped
He wanna talk he got put in a box
Yeah yeah I'm smoking on opps now
He was on top when that pussy got shot down
Ducey be blowing no punches its shots now
None of my homies been hit in they shit
Feel like im durk, keep a gun on my bitch
Aint gon cap she a gunna lil bitch
Beam on my Glock to match my lean, I shoot opps and then I sip
F*ck it like lets really do it
Talk about Deuce you know it go stupid
Don't talk about sliding if you ain't gon shoot it
He dead like a statue for talking on movements
F*ck all that politicking and debating
If Brodie get mad he turn into satan
Ya man got hit and he tried to find back up
If God save that boy then we sending him back up
I was like 15 with my pockets up I was really the Xanman
And I still be smoking his dead mans
And I been this way since rocking them headbands bitch no Kizzy
Told that bitch
Stay out my business
Glock ain't for show up it I click it
Fingers be hurting
Dropping them sixes
Ain't bout my Stax then bitch I blick it
Yeah and that shit for real
Homie just died from popping them pills
He always why I was clutching the steel
Swell up his head show the opps how I feel
F*ck saying "let it slide" I said "f*ck that I can't say f*ck it"
Been up on they block I throw a clip lets see if they duck it
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Yeah she want to cheat, all me
Yeah choppa, it making em bleed
And my niggas wanna shoot from the three
I got yo bitch and she f*cking on me
She f*cking on me for the free
She wanted the X so I gave her the D
Everywhere that I go they cannot compete
If he wanna talk he get hit with this beam
This fire, 45 shots in his top
That nigga talking that boy was an app
We watch em spin then he dropped
He wanna talk he got put in a box
Yeah yeah I'm smoking on opps now
He was on top when that pussy got shot down
Ducey be blowing no punches its shots now
None of my homies been hit in they shit
Feel like im durk, keep a gun on my bitch
Aint gon cap she a gunna lil bitch
Beam on my Glock to match my lean, I shoot opps and then I sip
F*ck it like lets really do it
Talk about Deuce you know it go stupid
Don't talk about sliding if you ain't gon shoot it
He dead like a statue for talking on movements
F*ck all that politicking and debating
If Brodie get mad he turn into satan
Ya man got hit and he tried to find back up
If God save that boy then we sending him back up
I was like 15 with my pockets up I was really the Xanman
And I still be smoking his dead mans
And I been this way since rocking them headbands bitch no Kizzy
Told that bitch
Stay out my business
Glock ain't for show up it I click it
Fingers be hurting
Dropping them sixes
Ain't bout my Stax then bitch I blick it
Yeah and that shit for real
Homie just died from popping them pills
He always why I was clutching the steel
Swell up his head show the opps how I feel
F*ck saying "let it slide" I said "f*ck that I can't say f*ck it"
Been up on they block I throw a clip lets see if they duck it
Yeah choppa, it making em bleed
And my niggas wanna shoot from the three
I got yo bitch and she f*cking on me
She f*cking on me for the free
She wanted the X so I gave her the D
Everywhere that I go they cannot compete
If he wanna talk he get hit with this beam
This fire, 45 shots in his top
That nigga talking that boy was an app
We watch em spin then he dropped
He wanna talk he got put in a box
Yeah yeah I'm smoking on opps now
He was on top when that pussy got shot down
Ducey be blowing no punches its shots now
None of my homies been hit in they shit
Feel like im durk, keep a gun on my bitch
Aint gon cap she a gunna lil bitch
Beam on my Glock to match my lean, I shoot opps and then I sip
F*ck it like lets really do it
Talk about Deuce you know it go stupid
Don't talk about sliding if you ain't gon shoot it
He dead like a statue for talking on movements
F*ck all that politicking and debating
If Brodie get mad he turn into satan
Ya man got hit and he tried to find back up
If God save that boy then we sending him back up
I was like 15 with my pockets up I was really the Xanman
And I still be smoking his dead mans
And I been this way since rocking them headbands bitch no Kizzy
Told that bitch
Stay out my business
Glock ain't for show up it I click it
Fingers be hurting
Dropping them sixes
Ain't bout my Stax then bitch I blick it
Yeah and that shit for real
Homie just died from popping them pills
He always why I was clutching the steel
Swell up his head show the opps how I feel
F*ck saying "let it slide" I said "f*ck that I can't say f*ck it"
Been up on they block I throw a clip lets see if they duck it
Writer: beda archive
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