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[chorus]
lil a this the one right here yuheame gang nem smoking on scooby on ma muvah santana lemme f*ck em up on this one ma muvah watch this tho

[verse 1]
im in this b*tch nd im geekin gave her sum d*ck now she fienen 30 on me f*ck around nd im squeezing im loving this beef this sh*t got me cheesing santana wit me that n*gga be tweaking get smacked inna face if you talk while im speaking im inna ally you see that im creeping i f*ck up they rip all you hear is them screaming uh im tryn see where they 34 inna clip b*tch im looking like shaq we seen sin we was running em laps get rocked by the 30 the beam is attached

[verse 2]
the sh*t i be saying it really be fact the lil n*gga skitzo he pulled out an axe all this sh*t they be saying it rlly be cap lil ghost took him down he got beat for his pack its me n honcho you know what me doing i smacked a white b*tch she told me she suing i pull it out her back n that b*tch started drooling dog on my hip like who is you fooling im on they block you can see that im coolan

[verse 3]
big 40 that sh*t gone move em these n*ggas keep running like f*ck is you doing yall down on the score like how is yall losing uh im tryn score for da team beam on his tail imma knock of his beany i f*cked up her guts n she started to cream n*gga got striped he got beat out his jeans uh look at my pockets got all of dis cheese

[verse 4 ]
b*tch js shut up n get on yo knees i bagged the burberry i did it wit ease im blessing n*ggas but they dont got to sneeze im wit da gang b*tch throw up them b’s don’t kick door bro i got da keys b*tch wanna f*ck n i told her say please im inna hot car wit brolly bro crush opp and im like oh geez we on block bro swerving dem fiend we doing this sh*t and we only sum teens i was born a savage it run in my jeans oh hol up back up b*tch get hit wit a bullet and cry like a chimp oh he looking sweet so we bouta to blitz he was all in my dms calling it quits she was all up in class she was touching my d*ck like b*tch get smacked if she throwing a fit i got da henny she bouta get lit js get on you knees and work wit da lips

[verse 5]
i like his shoes im taking his kicks ridge is sum sh*t they play like da knicks brodie on defense he catching a pick im giving out bucks like im giving out gifts she hit out da car dats a opp inna lyft sh*t gets to ringing i think its a 5th opp got to way that sh*t had me p*ssed its just me n the gang shooting dice like da bank don’t f*ck wit dis n*gga gone get you ass lynched feds get to blitzing hopping the fence these n*ggas not active i don’t need no tints uh yea no we don’t hop on no bus i see an opp and it gave me a rush i went in that room and i keep it on her i told her she cute she started to blush talk on da gang den you gone get crush no talking no toilet he got to get flushed touchdown a milly whip out da dogs im not bouta fuss smocking on scooby that n*gga sum dust i get da cheese and leave you with the crust

[verse 6]
band up move janky you better not trust he tried to play though and got his ass bust uh yea uh im tryn slide on that rip big ass kick make an opp n*gga split i f*ck wit da deuce cuz they geekin to hit i’ve been wit the sh*t since a mf jit this n*ggas be geeked and get hit wit da stick brodie be made every time he miss b*tch had to go bc she talk wit a lisp uh b*tch try slide no faking b*tch got blocked because she was taking walk down wit a knife b*tch im looking like jason brodie don’t like em then f*ck it lets brace em ghost gun on me b*tch you cannot trace it mally a b*tch lil n*gga js face it this n*ggas keep running im tired off chasing bro got the beam n we on the road racing i cook me an opp and let brodie bake em mino seen me i think he was shaking sh*t gets to flying it looks like it raining b*tch try slide no faking im blessing n*ggas but they don’t got to sneeze uh who gone touch lil a don’t be dumb n get shot inna face b*tch get to yelling i took of her lace f*ck wit the gang then im catching a case n*ggas got trashed got put in two ways i feel like a qb im making these plays we walk in the party they looking to mace he went up the wrong got beat for his trays fas when you gone hop out da car don’t try run you won’t make it far don’t talk dumb and get sent to the stars im smocking on scb00by im sitting on mars

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