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Fuck the hood you claim
I'm on that off the rip
Straight out the gate I ain't no rat
I ain't no ho or bitch
Them niggas playin'
Ain't never blow no sticks
Got tired of totin' F&N' cause
It don't hold no switch
Pop out at yo' show, yeah we want dog
You know that shit you did
Stop coppin' pleas up on them calls
I told lil' bro 'nem chill
We got the lo' on they whole squad
They gon' post 'em on the news
And in the blogs
We dump with kids in their cars
My shorty on the run, I be with hot niggas
That OG pack
This shit hits stronger when it's opps in it
The hood is way too turned
So I just pop in it
Put that boy outside, right at the store
Cuz' up them drugs and left some shots in him
That's my baby
Know we steppin' for big cuddy
You know that's brother
Treat his momma like my mother
Before I shed a tear, we up the sco'
That's how we comin' givin' statements
Niggas tellin' and be hoes
When they in public
Nigga this that get back, get back, get
Back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Nigga this that get back, get back, get
Back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Nigga this that
Ain't fuckin' with no nigga if he told
I had a few homies I used to love
Turned into hoes that money bring envy
These niggas pussy playin' roles
For that nail they sell their soul
Ain't no code
Seen real niggas turn to trolls
I miss my nigga GG, we on hunt though
Put that on gang, ain't sayin' names
You know it's up though
Boss of my city, I'm really cut
Watch who you come for
Ain't tryna talk to no big homies, bitch
It's up, don't give a fuck
Them niggas done for
Catch them niggas lackin', we got action
Pop out in your city, Ski up that ratchet
We in traffic
Got choppers and glizzies, Drac'
Hold a hundred, that's a Patek
Free lil' Rello, bitch we active
I'm with steppers
They gon' whack shit for them Jacksons
I was fucked up now I'm good, I grind it out
Ain't doin' no talkin'
That kind of paper makes yo'
Cuz' slime you out
They got my baby for a M, I bonded him out
Give the lawyer thirty racks to slide it out
These niggas rats, be hidin' out
Nigga this that get back, get back, get
Back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Nigga this that get back, get back, get
Back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Nigga this that
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