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We having them damn AK's
Got a hundred round God damn drac'
Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake
And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face
We having them damn AK's
Got a hundred round God damn drac'
Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake
And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face
We having them damn AK's
Got a hundred round God damn drac'
Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake
And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face
Yuh, bitch ass n****, yuh, uh huh, yuh, yuh, bitch', lil' bitch, yuh, uh, bitch, yuh, yuh, yuh, brrr, fuck is yall talkin' 'bout man, gang, bitch,
We having them damn AK's
Got a hundred round God damn drac'
Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake
And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face
And i run in his crib with the chop and i spray
Say nah bitch, im not the one
Lil' bitch ass n**** wont up that gun
And he talkin' that shit, watch his ass get stunned
Imma call up jay breezy gon' pull out the pump
She go 21-0 but yall n****s get scuffed
He gon run up on me? Man yo ass must be dumb
Man i chill in the trap and im smoking on runts
And i roll yo damn bro then put him in a blunt
Got that AR15, but thats not what you want
And i been done did this shit its just for fun
Aint talkin bout glocks he aint talkin bout nun
Bitch
Yuh
Man i fuck this shit up like a sauna
Imma run in yo crib imma fuck on yo momma
And i stay out the way i aint worried bout drama
N**** we is not beefing you aint make no comma
N**** i am a goat i am not no damn llama
Got an indian plug he gon slide in a Honda
I got bands like Chris n**** shut up go on
He aint makin no money, that shit is a trauma
Damn, that shit is a trauma
He do not want it he dont want no problems
If he runnin up how the fuck he gon solve em
All the opps running they know that im on em
He aint gon start it with me imma do it
Me and tana go crazy I knew it
I blow him down with the chop I'm ruthless
I don't got guns then I make his ass toothless
Already knowin i be movin tac like
He runnin up he know i keep a strap like
Already know that he could get attacked like
Beretta gon hit him right up in his back like
Damn, and im still goin crazy
I popped a pill now i feel a lil lazy
I knock him out now he sleep no baby
Them bullets gon hit him his vision went hazy damn
Like how the fuck he finna talk
His friend in the ground he where all of us walk
I chase him down got the eye of a hawk
He gon have an outline with the white chalk like
Promise you, promise my momma im next
He do not want it im bringing a tec like
Only headshots dont invest in a vest
Cuz i really do it i dont need to text like
And i know that i really go kuu
With a .30 bock out imma shoot
My gun like an instrument, blow like a flute
He do not want it ill make his ass mute like
I know its my time, yeah, im really gon blow
I said it once i cant stress for no hoe
I do this myself yeah im really on go
If he got a problem we wiping his nose
If he got a problem he get his ass hit
But he wont even know
I wanna go out and go catch me a lick
If im in the spot better lay real low like
If they trying to jump then im really gon cheat
Got all these emotions put it on a beat
And im staying forever i could never leave
5 on 5 and we playing for keeps
(Yo i could dribble a bowling ball)
