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back active - gbe strap lyrics

[verse]
back to my old self, i’m back to the trenches
think he gon [?] on my 5, boy he trippin’
aim for your top, i ain’t aim for no kidney
dots on the back of the glock, i’m trippin’
posted on the opp block, n*gga i’m with it
lil twin wiggin’, tryna catch him a fitted
i’m in the trap all night, committed
don’t ask me what i got, just ask me my ticket
[?] money, i pour me a 50
d*mn, aunty like “who got the dope in the kitchen”
she tryna throw all my sh*t, she trippin’
only one out here takin’ all these risks
i got the blues in my britches
i got the two for a f*ck n*gga attitude
n*gga play with me, imma fix it
call my micro draco bruce lee
cause this bih just be kickin’
shoot out the ground, tryna k!ll all the snakes
p*ssy ass n*gga, i knew you was fake, i had sensed it
choppa so loud, that sh*t sound like a quake
way that frozed up, they be shootin’ precision
get the f*ck up, [?]
gotta hit the za, give me way more energy
all that d*ck ridin’, put you feminine
flag on the play, n*gga [?]
threw the perc back, then i turn into a gremlin
all these hoes love me, i don’t get it
foenem say, is it the money
or is it the way i be handlin’ my business
duckin’ the feds i can’t do no sinnin’
duckin’ the feds i can’t do no sinnin’
n*gga i’m too pimp, to love these women
hit [?]
[?] that boy up, i’m a crazy defender
[?] , call it dilemma
new strap n*gga, i was made for a pistol
glock boy, sh*t, got my name from the pistol

- gbe strap lyrics

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