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And I'm gettin' on He play crazy, then I'm— Ayy, nigga Look, ayy, let a nigga try to play crazy (Ayy), then I'm gettin' on My brother dumb (Ayy), but he could show you how to put the switch on And we don't do no talkin' 'bout these skits on them iPhones Headshot to show you (Huh) how this fuck nigga mind gone Rearrange a fuck nigga face (Ayy), we had a 50 poppin' A nigga dissed, we don't diss back, we finna spin his block Masked up, we comin' for the cheese (Ayy), bitch, we in and out (Cheese) My brother got the drop (Ayy, ayy), shit, we right outside a nigga house Yeah, yeah, I don't be nervous on them drills, I be relaxed Whеn theykilled my brother gonе, I heard they said that J-Bo got him whacked Mhm, I'm not no regular artist, I'm on that Intercept a nigga life, we call that a soul snatch Body shots and dome taps, he only mad because I dribbled on him I seen a nigga lifeless as a child, so I keep pistol on me Went to the half-completed drills, your jumper whack if you didn't smoke him Slubby Mo, my brother died (Ayy), so I'm livin' for him Yeah, yeah, push up in Hellcat, but we ain't speed racin' Different competitions, we tryna see who gon' be first to face him Ayy, head taps, broad day, my lil' bros ain't playin' Bent their block myself, hopped out and left dozens of cases Yeah, the ambulance gon' have to help me Letras de cancionesSpanked a bro, I went and got him back in blood, I know he failed him (Yeah) Bob the Builder, just was me and my tool when I nailed him Yeah, yeah, don't even think that God can't help me, G Look, ayy, let a nigga try to play crazy (Ayy), then I'm gettin' on My brother dumb (Ayy), but he could show you how to put the switch on And we don't do no talkin' 'bout these skits on them iPhones Headshot to show you (Huh) how this fuck nigga mind gone Rearrange a fuck nigga face (Ayy), we had a 50 poppin' A nigga dissed, we don't diss back, we finna spin his block Masked up, we comin' for the cheese (Ayy, look), bitch, we in and out My brother got the drop (Ayy), shit, we right outside a nigga house Look, nigga, three poles, ridin' through the city, but we two deep Been free, bro, money on his books (Ayy), he caught a two-piece And you gon' probably see me to the neck 'cause I got two-three Them diss songs, I told 'em, "Fuck a song, nigga, shoot me" We hit the road, Bs in the load, I knock the whole bitch Some white Forces with a black tee, match the Chrome 'fit And I can't even say my brother name 'cause he dome shit And how you tryna say you with the shit and you just sold stick? No security, I be with the bros and we on tip Niggas keep on rappin' 'bout this gun that they froze with In sixth grade, I was sittin' in class with a four-nick' (Ayy) Big splash, we had probably crashed, nigga, don't slip And fuck suckers, we had breezed through and leave it taped off If you ain't seen a couple hundred thousand (Ayy), then you can't talk Them blue tips'll leave a nigga stuck (Ayy), now he can't walk Them 40 shells leave him closed, caskets take his face off Look, ayy, let a nigga try to play crazy (Ayy), then I'm gettin' on My brother dumb (Ayy), but he could show you how to put the switch on And we don't do no talkin' 'bout these skits on them iPhones Headshot to show you (Huh) how this fuck nigga mind gone Rearrange a fuck nigga face (Ayy), we had a 50 poppin' A nigga dissed, we don't diss back, we finna spin his block Masked up, we comin' for the cheese (Ayy, look), bitch, we in and out My brother got the drop (Ayy), shit, we right outside a nigga house From Letras Mania