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We was trapping, up out of evicted houses
F*ck a notice, them crackas can't kick me out it
Got a scope, right on top of the .50 mounted
It'll blow ya brains out, so don't think about it
We send you to the coroner, on Michigan
If you play me like a hoe, we could get it in
We gon' keep wetting y'all up, you amphibian
Ain't no relent when we bent, we ain't pitying go
Thank the Lord for the chances he gave me, 'luminati gave offers to sell my soul
F*ck the fame, and the fortune, my sacrifice
Dubbed they deals, don't regret, choose to my live my life
Independent "No Genre", I started that
With some cold blooded killers, that off ya cap
Ran these streets to be trill, don't know nothing else
Tried to sell me some gas, wasn't good at that
I'm turned out my body, ain't no drugs up in 'em
I'm lit in real life, I got plenty adrenaline
I slime that lil' nigga, hit him with the venom
That Cobra gon' touch 'em, and rip through his linen
I'm feeling lil ma', with her dark complexion
I'ma cum in her, add to my art collection
And like me, she grab looks when she start to stepping
She ain't corny, or wearing no heart that's pendant
Tried to hit me some licks, turned a specialty
Ask these niggas from my hood, ain't serving me
Spin the curb your whole set, yeah they heard of me
Talking down, all these niggas know how to do
Pillow talking to females, be captain savers
Romey Rome in the system, he carving shanks
He be making 'bout, like 2-3 everyday
He don't play, he stay safe where his body lay
We was trapping, up out of evicted houses
F*ck a notice, them crackas can't kick me out it
Got a scope, right on top of the .50 mounted
It'll blow ya brains out, so don't think about it
We send you to the coroner, on Michigan
If you play me like a hoe, we could get it in
We gon' keep wetting y'all up, you amphibian
Ain't no relent when we bent, we ain't pitying go
Don't gang bang tossing snakes, it's still EBK
For my bro, tried to order a hit
Took the whole set, them niggas ain't shit
Respect in these streets, it's legit
It's still smoke ?, then lil pussy let's hit
Drop a opp, I ain't never set trip
Glock 22, put that bih on the clip
Put that boy on the news, left his family grieving
We get perkys from Mass', and we serve 'em the same
As we serving 'em xannys, that boy, and that 'caine
And Jhet Skey ain't no shooter, but still he got aim
Just like me, but I do not shoot in a range
If you cool with them niggas, you dragged into it
Black on Black violence, we adding to it
I'ma hunch on this bitch, and then smash into it
And I'm blowing it out, once her back into it
You a bitch, 'cause you snitched on your mans
'Cause your bitch cheated on you, with Lance
Acne jeans, shirt Dior came from France
Splat on all white air ones, these ain't Champ
Like 4 of us, f*ck they whole camp
They some bitches, I swear when they see me they won't glance
Heads drop they mouths shut, niggas really be scared
Blowing smoke in they face, in the VIP
We was trapping, up out of evicted houses
F*ck a notice, them crackas can't kick me out it
Got a scope, right on top of the .50 mounted
It'll blow ya brains out, so don't think about it
We send you to the coroner, on Michigan
If you play me like a hoe, we could get it in
We gon' keep wetting y'all up, you amphibian
Ain't no relent when we bent, we ain't pitying go
Ain't standing inside, they ain't next to me
They broke boys, they be steady be copping pleas
Squashing beef, we ain't in that no hoe in me
Head ups live, if you want it let's go
Ain't on beat but I am, check my flow
Top 5 in all Orlando, they know