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bih hol on - babysolid lyrics

i heard these n*ggas was slidin’
i heard these n*ggas wanna catch my body
im on the block wit’ a pocket rocket
you don’t want smoke lil b*tch boy stop it
whatever yo gang, we gon drop it
we take yo ass out like we shoppin
this glock came with hollows and knock yo ass off like we ?
im in the field like a motherf*ckin’ jockey
i keep a stick like a n*gga play hockey
we wack off yo partners, we wack off your posse
i send this b*tch up if a f*ck n*gga try me
the junkies they fiendin’ they need more exotic
pass me the stick we gon off em
smoking on pressure this sh*t got me coughing
play with the gang and your ass pick a coffin
we finna slide like a dolphin
my shooters they ready don’t do too much talking
b*tch ass n*gga want smoke? no problem
pop out the cut like “i got em”
my eyes was closed when foenem headshot em
im looking up, its red like a bottle
n*gga got smoke like a rasta
im in dis b*tch wit choppas on choppas
i’m on the block wit k!llers and robbers
we’ll knock yo ass off like flying saucer
b*tch wanna f*ck, go f*ck my partners
we knock yo ass off and yo brain look like pasta
can’t f*ck wit no b*tch, my trap doing numbers
ain’t going for sh*t, don’t kick it wit’ plumbers
i’m spinning the bin, foe get it jumping
foenem meet up, you know that they munching
you better look up, you know that we clutching
yo ass will get shot, so don’t be mean mugging
in the trap all day boy i gotta get this sh*t gone
pull up on the thot and i’m f*ckin’ on a redbone
play wit the gang, and yo head gone
beam on his head now his ass got a rednose
got a bag from the ? now i’m f*ckin on a hoho
sending shots at yo ass so you better get low
i’m dropping these rakes know i be round some 4’s
? then yo ass gotta go
i’m juggin the trap got this sh*t for the low
i be round some k!llers that sh*t got me cold
babylife n*gga, til i’m dead, they gone
and f*ck all the opps, .45 hit they bone
i got small thot and she giving me dome
on the eastside wit a whole lotta poles
you flexin dat sh*t then we takin yo cho
vamp life brother yk i got hoes
you is the feds n*gga, can’t get caught lacking
take yo ass off when we get the pack in
b*tch tryna f*ck, she been in attachments
real 30 glocks, she know i got ratchets
ebg band gang this sh*t get tragic
while i’m geeked up living lavish
shooters in the field getting active
only take one call to get you wacked bih
bih hol on
young n*gga tryna get paid
he shooting sh*t up, he don’t give no f*ck
lock yo ass up
he sippin that lean, real double cup
do not run up, or his ass gonna bust
yeen have no hunnids, yeen talking bout nun
my shooters ain’t official, but we all got guns
we want all the smoke, we tryna get high
these glocks on me tucked, ain’t sh*t to get up
we stay with the sticks like a hockey puck
same day i ? boy i ran it up
in the field getting active screaming “redrum”
real dopeboy, boy you know i got a trap phone
can’t come over here boy you know its a “no zone”
catch yo ass lacking get hit wit the chrome
keep one in the head, i trap at the store
b*tch i’m babylife, she f*ckin fasho
i pull up on ? we getting the load
gang gang n*gga we uppin the score
which one of these n*ggas? boy just let us know
you ? then we come in yo home
you can run all you want but get high we gon blow
you ass gotta die, boy that’s just how it go
they ask how i feel, i told em “like so”
bih hol on

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