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Don't pree the jewels and think you can play Games. I get gun powder on the day-day. 44 spinning as usual, still on a AK. Me and bro like Filly and Chunkz, but we Still tryna fling 'em in blunts. Twenty-two bricks of cookie, still tryna see a man Runtz. Fire the foreign go, push out the score I hope. Pee them outside and float. Bro got a leg then a head, that's growth. I got dirty, I got blow. I wanna shirt him, and he knows. Barbecue settings and we don't need coal. Cutting the winnings, I'm looking like Rose. I could do it like all of the bros, But if it's like Peezy you gotta get close. It's the main road, so if I go, it's Looking like Soach. Tape top shh, that was way back then. We was doing it bait back then with a Shotgun pump and tre back then. I done like a parking warden, ping that windshield, Fuck that finance. If I send man coin, could've done it on Binance. My young apes got brollic in jail. Was in class with shotties and Nels. Now what'd you say, yeah. But the MAC10 sound like Sonic and Tails. Hear shit swing round for the one time D, I ain't even gotta tell him I'm horny. My fam has knives way too many times, I Ain't even gotta tell him it's worry. Shout my brother Capone, niggas on the run eating, That's Nori. I'm with K-O-K, sort bay man to The bone, they salty. With the four that send man shop for the Sweets so the.45 corn just sent man. Left man covered in blood like tent man. We let them man start but we end man. I just high-fived bro on the skeng man. I know trench babies from the trenches. In a black trench coat tryna drench man. They say all I do is talk 'bout the Dot-dot. We got it locked, stocked, colors and Whatnot. I could've never tried get him down with A one pop. I don't have a one shot, Never been a one pot. Two hands on the Ting, I'm steady like Headie. I'll kill my friend if he snitch like Melly. I'll bill my spliff then go to beddie. I'll be chuff next morning if I see him On telly. Remember that time when I beat two Corn on the opp on his block, now I Bet he weren't ready. Remember the time when my Young'un had a madness, I gave him the shank And his hands turned jelly. Have you heard the M10 on repeat just beating and beating and beating And beating? Have you heard the chef man point Blank civilian screaming, "He's bleeding, he's Bleeding"? Bleeding. No, I don't think you fucking Did. God, he beat that ting with a rusty Pin. I was up close live and I clutched On him. I seen another nigga on the raks That ting like me. Corn licking off and the Mains I speed. Face shot nice, mum can't ID. Matter of fact, don't mind me. Like don't mind me. Ayy, ayy.