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Go round there [?] one time Imma tug on my block Man cut through countless times You can get touched, chat shit and deny How many man on your team been dipped like fries? [?] I can't lie but I gotta take risks and try Man stepped with two young G’s, that's Didz and Eyes Man dump on beats and still take trips sometimes If you slip on your block then we gotta make siblings cry My team's that peak and beat off streets Don’t scream, we ain't searching [?] Man creep on your block Cah we step with [?] on bikes get [?] in the big moonlight Things and stuff get popped when doors get bussed So more time we're searching right And he ain't known in the bizz but chats 'bout the bitch like [?] Man you know that the ting's onsight When he got dipped, he was walking dead like Dwight The beef gets peak and it's been that way, no [?] Look Bally on me, you're a blacked out T I’m back, I’m swinging my arms in chief Test my right hand, you know about beef If you 'ear that kit, it’s a violence [?] Look Step back, no patience cah retaliation be applied as see Letras de cancionesIf you pop L's, what's poppin' my G? Ain’t no way man's squashin' the beef Back up my shank and dug up your [?] I suggest you fall back Slap that gauge in the dinga, my drilla been aiming at hats Burst in small cah your squad is my favourite hobby Man best step from the wap Mind out where you steppin' Hats gon' run then we burst off waps This block back gets [?] Still tryna burst off backs Stuff them shells in the skeng, reverse it back at that batch If you roll with your yat and you're buckin' the gang Tell your bitch don't lack We still rise up, tryna burst up hats No point tryna deny your face in the vids You can still get dipped in the back, don't lack Shit the niners done it again [?] Two point two in the ding dong waze The bitch shoulda cooked that skeng This shit ain't done for the clout Lowkey we properly ride, fuck them They saw us crash and they dashed on ten Ten toes on their flat If you roll with their batch Don't lack if you seen with them Don't think cause I did mans rap that I'm [?] the beat of the wap Behind closed doors we're beatin' back Fuck if you come out of jail, we bang them shells We're your riders at? Pull up and creep We don't speak, we're the silent batch Bitch boy fuck all your chit and your chat We supply that blem, [?] Rise at them Bruk down two's or we bruk down four's We can pop at them Fuck Free up the guys in pen We supply that blem, [?] Rise at them Bruk down two's or we bruk down four's We can pop at them Fuck Free up the guys in pen From Letras Mania