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take his f*cking pole, beat him wit that b*tch then dumb da clip
(unidentified)
we rearrange his face with hollow tips
yea we smoking on that miri, on the fence where his ass tripped
(im tryna catcha lacka)
hit him up like ace and make him flip

b*tch we drilling at yo chest we take
them words right off his shirt
my rappy m roy popping out and he gon leave you in the dirt
theres a game we like to play we call it who can get him first
call my brudda osama bet he gon hit you where it hurt

man im tryna walk a goofy down and shoot them in thеy sh*t
me n t 3 walkin down his block we come wit that fo nick
rеcla told me watch my move now yo grave is where i p*ss
ldot tweakin up on snap then had his brains on da cement

(he gone)

11 got hit up them bullets made him harlem shake
miri got left on that fence i thought you always hadda drake
man im tryna catch jah 6 and leave his ass wit no escape
how u tryna hang wit gang then talk sh*t man f*ck a fake

me and my dad with matching glocks
we was toting on 3rd gens
dre ass sit up in a pack, he got hit with 3 times 10
joseph flexin’ wit them ray bands send s shot right threw his lens
we the type to dig yo homie and make him die again
take his f*cking pole, beat him wit that b*tch then dumb da clip
(unidentified)
we rearrange his face with hollow tips
yea we smoking on that miri, on the fence where his ass tripped
(im tryna catcha lacka)
hit him up like ace and make him flip

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