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Pooh, you a fool for this one Scariest shit you ever dreamed Thirty out the window with that thirty, worse you ever seen With us are you in it? Ain't no in-between, loaded but we focused Bro 'nem slid the last fifty weeks, he thought shit was sweet Bite the bullet, now he missing teeth Give him a forever sleep, ask them niggas Know in 2020, how Kentucky killed more niggas than corona I can't see my aim bogus, I'm gone have to walk up on him The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie I know Von gone hold it, even if he had to eat bologna He ain't scary on his holster, leave a nigga shirt holey Then right up to God Mr.-Spin-Tomorrow-In-A-Different-Car Tryna get it finished so we spinnin' tryna end the war Red ain't out here coaching his lil' solider, wish I listened more Trappin' and I'm active, stiff, got Manny in the kitchen drawer Cross the country, I connect the plugs, I'm the extension cord I'm a real boss, ain't no way we stand on equal floors I'ma be right here for sure, just hit me if you need some more Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb' Remember when I got you out that jam? Who ain't let it cram? Who ain't sit outside them niggas houses 3 A.M.? Letras de cancionesNigga we don't do no playin' It's oils over xans like it's bookies over za' More than 20 gang members when I push inside a spot We them niggas that's on God Attorney want his wad Prison priors prolly do me janky but it's M.O.B Long as blood been on his job, we gone throw the lob Poured a fo' in this little ass soda pop We got selections, either drakey or the .40 pop Just fucked the homie baby momma at the homie spot Forever HGM and them until I'm slaughtered They ask me leave the backdoor open and made an offer Sixth or seventh grade we was stampin' shit with revolvers I can get you clipped for a trinkling, on my daughter It go hudadada nigga I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you When they found him he was stiff, staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you When they found him he was stiff, staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face Lil' bruh gone beat the case Use your head, knowledge is power Moving with my son and still clutchin' I'm feelin' funny Rapping got me hot, but I'm still in it Bruh dealin' for me, cleaner than Easter Sunday Cup full of Easter Pink Hard headed nigga, church service I went to sleep Thankful for the addicts, Perc-30, they pay the fee What can you say to me? It's all profit, ain't no blueprint to it, just know I stuck to it Grab my stick, glue it I'm prepared for anything, these streets have you in a maze In the field like Willie Mays, been through it, they feel the pain Rap game fucked up man, half of these niggas lame Gimmicks ain't agin' shit, for they image I'm feelin' strange Clarity VVS on my tennis, my wrist complete How can I pay you for all the game, gotta give to me Don't get it, it's meant to be Ain't no sellin' sticks cause I know this shit get deep I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you When they found him he was stiff, staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you When they found him he was stiff, staring into space With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face Lil' bruh gone beat the case From Letras Mania