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Fuck,
fuck,
fuck
Ayy,
watch
out
(We
found
him)
Ayy,
watch
out
Ayy,
watch
out
Fuck,
fuck,
fuck
Ayy,
watch
out,
ayy,
watch
out
Where
the
fuck
the
lighter
at?
Uh,
drank
got
me
down
bad,
I'm
dizzy
Twelve
hang
'cause
that
spot
be
busy
Told
the
folks
if
they
got
drugs,
get
near
me
Drip
before
I
hit
the
opp
with
the
semi'
I'm
from
the
trench,
I
go
Demon
'fore
Bentley
Drank
the
whole
pint,
I'ma
leave
this
bih'
empty
Come
outside,
I
got
my
fire,
I'm
outside
Nigga
think
he
throwed,
he
tryna
open
his
eye
I
don't
bе
lacked
out,
I
got
two
different
firеs
Spin
this
bitch
out,
I
can
get
some
new
tires
Fit
blacked
out,
like
I
sat
in
some
fire
Made
this
bitch
stand
down,
she
talm'
'bout,
"Why?"
Come
'round
the
gang,
you
wanna
act
like
a
guy
Take
her
on
a
heist,
I'm
finna
see
if
[?]
My
blick
gon'
slam,
it's
a
victory
fire
Your
blick
gon'
jam,
better
not
bring
it
to
the
fight
Nigga
don't
understand,
I'm
a
thief
in
the
night
My
drip
expand,
and
so
did
the
price
Two
different
strands
in
my
paper,
they
fightin'
I
don't
ever
say
shit,
but
these
niggas
bite
Your
drip
lookin'
spacious,
you
think
you
could
fly
The
plug
he
think
he
Jamaican,
he
white
I
got
my
Draco
out,
I
know
this
bih'
gon'
swang
sum'
Hit
for
a
blick,
I
gotta
write
my
name
on
it
Gen
6 Glock,
I
know
gang
gon'
want
it
Nigga
ain't
even
the
opp,
you
just
hang
with
the
opponent
Make
regular
drop
look
like
somethin',
they
gon'
want
it
Talkin'
'bout
"We
opp",
you
not
even
on
that
Nigga
be
hangin'
by
that
light,
I'm
on
that
.223
and
the
ARP
Mini-store
lit,
I
got
sticks
in
the
V
Don't
be
capped
out,
you
got
drip
'cause
of
me
All
these
designer
brand,
I
thought
they
was
cheap
Designer
brand,
I
thought
they
was
cheap
Roll
up
some
'za,
I
like
it
on
beats
You
is
a
bot,
every
day
you
repeat
You
ain't
on
shit,
can't
relate
to
the
street
Sittin'
on
your
'za,
you
had
that
weed
for
some
weeks
Give
me
two
guns,
and
we
can
get
a
feat
Nigga
better
stand
down,
that
boy
better
retreat
Capped
out,
talm
'bout
she
listen
to
R&B
Popped
out,
I
leave
my
tire
on
the
street
Opped
out,
you
gettin'
robbed
for
your
weed
Shit
comin',
I'm
havin'
money
disease
Big
stomach,
that's
from
drinkin'
that
lean
Fit
bummin',
but
I
ain't
trippin',
I
eat
Gotta
have
blick,
nigga
hang
in
the
bleachers
Up
with
the
Gen,
jumpin'
out
my
hand
Put
on
these
brand,
I'm
makin'
'em
trend
I
just
be
trollin',
I
promise
I'm
playin'
Twelve,
if
you
listenin',
this
is
not
the
man
Trench
boy,
act
like
I
got
it
out
the
sand
Real
trench
shit,
nigga,
fuck
you
sayin'?
Sell
some
weed
before
I
put
it
in
the
pan
Know
you
fucked
up
when
you
put
it
in
my
hand
Know
this
shit
up
when
I
break
down
the
strand
I
got
some
V-Bucks,
I
can
go
buy
some
skins
Know
she
gon'
fuck
if
she
drivin'
the
Benz
I
don't
trust
shit,
you
see
my
fire
through
my
pants
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might
also
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Fuck,
fuck,
fuck
Ayy,
watch
out
Ayy,
watch
out
Ayy,
watch
out
Fuck,
fuck
Ayy,
watch
out
Ayy,
watch
out
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