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(Four3va) Woah, yup Hm Hm, yeah I'm fighting that case with my last breath Come suck this dick, I want that neck His block get flipped, I drop that check Nigga play that shit, you lost that bet These niggas gettin' robbed doin' all that flexin' Pillow case on the stick when I drive in the Lexus I shoot that Glock like Dallas Mavericks, I ain't never been a Texan They want me to slide 'cause they know that I'm reckless Swear to god, I'm gon' crash if he touch my necklace She wan' fuck the gang, man, that shit kind of tempting They can't hang with the mob 'cause them boy not Goodfellas What's the word with that ho?, I don't know, I can't spell it Why the hell everybody wanna be a damn felon? He play with the mobb, we gon' knock off his melon Glock 19, this motherfucker so Devily They take lil' Glokk flow and I don't get no credit Fuck Sum, y'all know who said it Bitch got me fucked up I'on even think I sent that message I got some young niggas, take your ass off And they ready to slide and they stay in the telly Letras de cancionesI swear to God I'll knock his ass off if he play with the mob, if he talkin' 'bout lil' Velly Play with my gang, boy, his face get ate just like American Deli Play with lil' Glokk, man, they know not to do it, know that this shit get deadly We fuckin' these hoes, passin' they ass to the swoop just like a burnt-out Chevy Two-door coupe, nigga, who gon' die? I think that shit you Bitch, look at my face, bet I smile when I shoot Man, that gang, they all pussy, man, them niggas got ate like soup They play with BL, them boys got all hell, and I drop a bomb on they ass like a nuke And these niggas, they be pussy, I went D1, shoot like Duke I can't trust none of these fuck niggas, hell nah, nigga, I don't want no recruit Shoot at that boy, made that boy hit the shoot Red tips in my Glock, stomp him out like a boot Free Baby EBG, man, I'd die by that boy that my youngest recruit From Letras Mania