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(Grrah, grrah) Shoutout to T-Dot and Bando Bitch, I pop me a Perc (At all) I can't lack for the opposition, I invest in a pole (At all, at all) Spin all day 'til we catch a victim (Like what?) Hop out on his block, all he hear, was just throw Just for talkin' on bro (On bro) Bitch, I stay with the chop bitch y'all already know T-Dot totin' a pole (On bro) Gunna spot em its lit i know brodie on go If you throw up an O, know I'm droppin' it (On bro) RPT in the spot, know we came with a lot of grips (Ayy) Talkin', braggin', a lot of it (Like what?) Hop out, all black, doin' shots, they anonymous Smokin' shit, I ain't tryna diss (At all, at all) Niggas ain't spinnin' shit, opp thot, suck a lot of dick (At all) Masked up, 'cause we tryna hit Make it back to the block, smoke up, then plot again Fuck all the cappin', 'cause them niggas know who really active Smoke a Ty Benji when out as a lacker Beat the O, said he wasn't a factor New opp die we roll him in a Backwood Suck my dick, then you know that wе packed up (Grrah, grrah) New opp die, wе roll him in a Backwoods Suck my dick, then you know that we packed up (Grrah, grrah) Letras de canciones We just spinnin', creepin' on the opps Call up Bando, he gon' let it flock Flock out the flock, a Nazzy in a box (Nazzy) Smokin' Jayrip it should've been his top (Hey) When you see me, don't run, don't trip Accuracy aim, put the beam on a grip (Grrah) Tell Milly get back, he got beat with a stick AJ got caught, he got beat with a brick One too shady, I'm a gangster She like "T-Dot, oh, you kinda shake time" Too many knockers and my shit get dangerous Brodie, he itchin' to clutch it, he anxious (Brr) Y'all keep droppin' the jet (Like what?) Suck my dick, tell him "Get back for X" Jacob died, bullet ripped through his vest (Boom) JB, he died, he got shot in his neck (Boom, boom) DThang my evil twin word to my mother Don't go shot on that bitch like the butter Can't even be wylin', lookin' for the munnas Free DrillyGzz, they have to free bro Stunna That's a O in the spot we gon' leave him (Like what?) Don't got chop bro fiendin to beat em (Boom) Brought out the mop, because we had to clean 'em (Damn) I know Reefy gon shoot for no reason Stacks in the car, he movin' like a demon Swear I gotta do more to get even (Grrah, grrah) Swear I gotta do more to get— Suck my dick O-O shots, that's T-Dot, nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah From Letras Mania