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What the hell are you looking at, dipshit? Why us shop stones bent they back block, we Finna blow 'em up What you two little Spice Girls think y'all talking to? tip him up and Go bang when I see his brain y'all following Me around this damn store. You know what I'm saying? I'm gonna get in Line, fight, or call 911. That's right, gang member. Marching in Gabbana in the Benz so we can drag race Big body swerving in a foreign but you in Last place How the fuck you got a SRT And you can't sack chase? That nigga wanna throw A hundred plus but he can't stack it up With the Cora up, he by himself so he Gon' die alone PRP's with the Gabbana, I got that fire on Chopsticks hanging on your Block and we just hanging out Chopsticks hanging on Your block and I'ma ring them out Mob sticks Ah, J. R., Uh Lot of yeets made a five but they Not gon' slide.45 hammer sliding, It's hammer time Racks Escalade the ends, she all About her Benjamins I'm up in the wood and I'ma stroll him and I'ma finish him They got The dead up in they mouth then they all Gon' die Five choppers on the scene, five hammer Shots I mixed the Percs with the lean, I Couldn't taste a thing I'm a nigga in my Set, I'm the MVP You better not step up In my five, I'm off RP Stepping through your Section fully extra, scream BSG He ain't never Chasing opp down, I bleed I got Hell yeah, I'm drag racing foreigns, I can't even lie I Just left my jeweler downtown, I'm buzzed all night Sitting the county dead time like getting on kite Can't help the same day I bust out some Cold ass ice Caught that nigga slipping, laid him Down, he ain't getting up Thirty shots coming out The Glock, I shoot his hockey puck Broke ass Niggas always talking, get your pockets up I told A little bitch six times that ain't my name You ain't never sent no shots, you can't top My game Big body swerving on the road in A big ass Range From the county jail to The pen, I did my thing Big body swerving On the road in a big ass Range From The county jail to the pen, I did my Thing