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[Verse 1] Put in work, put 'em in a hearse Killed my lil nigga Snupe Shit I had to put him the dirt, 'fore I put him on a song Shit I had to put him in a verse So if you ever see his killer 50 racks on a nigga, put him on a shirt Headshot, headshot For 50 G's you better make his bed rock These niggas talking beef, I'm eating lamb chops [?] You starving nigga, like Marvin nigga I'm on the wood, hold up let me pause that nigga But I'm talking Garden nigga, watching Melo ball Why you talking work? You ain't never sell no raw You ain't never cracked no bird You was never at no curb Poppin' wheelies me and [?] [?] If you ain't talkin money it ain't nothin nigga Where you from you ain't stuntin nigga It's levels to my bitch you can't fuck her nigga Cause she like Chanel, you couldn't afford her She got a TL you rockin a Honda Accord bruh See you the type of niggas my niggas gon send to the store bruh From Letras Mania