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[intro]
uh, aye, b*tch, b*tch, mob
aye i’m on some dmg sh*t right here
uh, uh

[verse]
i don’t*i don’t f*ck with a n*gga who f*ck with the opps
if we run into him we dropping some shots
got a mask on my face while i’m cookin’ the crack and the tape wasn’t ready i’m pushin’ it back
turn his head to a target we pushin’ it back
and we spy on the opps ain’t no way they could lack
sh*t ain’t gon’ be drop if it’s bake in the pack
get hit by this fifth and i bet he collapse
when i get that ticket i’m buildin’ the trap
used to send it in builders to get off pack
i still can’t believe that i grew up to rap
whatever i’m speakin’ this sh*t gon’ be fact
and we fishin’ the bin and we slidin’ the tires
i up with the glock see the flash in his eyes
lil’ cap ass n*ggas ain’t doin’ no crimes (uh)
got homicide for slangin’ that iron (uh)
that boy tried to rob ’em we punished him tryin’
they get out of check we gon’ put ’em in line (uh)
and you can be great if you give it some time
i kept that sh*t goin’ i knew i would shine
and the real and the fake ain’t gon’ never combine
got a fifth for my hip had to swap out the nine
if i go through some sh*t i ain’t goin’ out cryin’
if i ever get k!lled then i’m goin’ out firin’
had to get my respect had to make me a hit
and the crummiest b*tches be thinkin’ they lit
when i go the show got the gl!cks in the whip
if they pull on the side point the sticks to the whip
if you f*ck up your sack i can give you a zip
and if my n*gga fall then i give him a lift
got way too much beef to be ridin’ in lyfts
if 12 get behind us the [?]
if i call you my dog we lockin’ it in
they spin on his circle we boxin’ it in
and i gave it a break i ain’t stoppin’ again i go load up the drac’ and go drop on his men
rps in the glock ‘fore whenever we spin
got knicks and the drop get you two for the ten
my n*gga just punished a opp, if we run into him again then we scorin’ again
they don’t listen to game i ain’t showin’ ’em then
pull up on me wrong then i’m doin’ ’em in
if she don’t eat d*ck i ain’t bein’ her friend
n*gga poke out his chest and i’m blowin’ it in
and i stay with the gang i’m dmg n*gga
i ain’t character rappin’ i’m bein’ me n*gga
go out with the mob i’m treatin’ my n*ggas
a table of shooters i’m feedin’ the k!llers
we gon’ put him to rest tryna be a gorilla
they could look in my eyes see the street in a n*gga
i know i could die i don’t sleep on a n*gga
we pull up hop out put the heat on a n*gga
i ain’t hoppin’ no gates tryna creep on a n*gga
if you let me get close then i’m leavin’ you n*gga
and my young n*ggas rap i believe in them n*gga
with these cartier shades i ain’t seein’ you n*ggas
you a b*tch and i can’t see the g in you n*gga
[outro]
(uh)
(i just can’t see the g in you n*gga)
(just can’t see the g in you n*ggas)
(i can’t see the g in you n*ggas)

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