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Oh boy, a'ight. B-b-boy. This that Bone Pack, ain't gotta believe You no Swisher. That Bone Pack weak, bitch, we Smoking dead niggas. And I'm all gassed up, Budda Lee parked with them. Three killers, and we got four pistols. All face shots, bullet rip until your tissue. I could talk about some murder, that's some shit I'm really into. Catch a body for the gang, Now I'm tripping on my mental, uh-huh. Now I'm tripping on my mental. Kel-Tec, PRR, F&N, shoot them missiles. A'ight, a'ight, uh. Kel-Tec go through houses. Oh boy, oh boy, uh-huh. F&N go through houses. Uh-huh, oh boy, uh-huh. Can of Round go through houses. Kel-Tec, PRR, F&N, shoot them missiles. A'ight, uh. Kel-Tec go through houses. Oh boy, uh-huh. Go through houses. Oh boy, oh boy, uh-huh. Can of Round go through houses. Oh boy. Masked up, it's war time, who gon' Shoot something? Plenty guns, let's go to war, who Gon' do something? Niggas in my city said I'ma Be something. Said I'm a nigga from the set, The fame just keep coming. That dark tint don't mean nothing, it's like a Four-five. Spraying down, park the car at they stop Sign. Come to the squad talking loud, I'ma go Live. Oh my, thick white seats, we hit him Both times. Cartier, thirty bands, You might just go blind. Let a nigga test These diamonds, get hit four times. Biggest bag in the club, watch me throw fires. Outside, big ass guns, prepare for all kinds. Ayy, fifty bands to the face, that shit hit Different. Glock go brazy, but the chop kinda hit Different. Kidnap him, bury him alive, I heard he Still missing. Even if my shoes tied, bitch, I'm still tripping. You better run when we shoot Or you a dead nigga. They know I'm to The neck, but I was aiming at his head With it. Hanging with some troopers and you know We got that lead with us. PPs and put-ons, Welcome to the land, nigga. You ain't never got a man down, so you Ain't gang for real. You would think we slaves In the field the way we hanging still. Perky safe open, all blues, that shit gave him Chills. I'm a sober shooter, I ain't never need To pop no pills. You know I'm first to Call when it's time to go and take a Trip. You can't hop up in the hoopty if You ain't put on skits. Five months road running, Shit, I'm guessing starting to make some sense. Bras came outside, shit, Glock, you know I had To hop the fence. Beam on the Glock, catch A opp, make him do some flips. If you ain't gang, you know we strip him Right up out his shit. Smoking on this Bone Pack, me, YS, and TreyWay6. Thinking shit sweet, you know we strip him right Up out his shit. I'm at the nigga mama House, I'm on that type of time. HD Compact, I got that type of nine. Heard boxing out with a chop until somebody die. Them fly niggas like to run when them bullets Fly. Tryna put a cross on the news and We start a flame. Was in the bottom, faded now, time do the Climb. Free Let it Live, he the truth, he Ain't did a crime. Them bullets hit him in His spine, now they get to slide. Shit thirty, he gon' do it up. P4 see a opp and he blew him up. I mixed the Perky with the lean, it got Boo'd up. That's why they never hanging out 'cause We gon' shoot it up. I was locked up In the feds with a HTJ. Now that gorilla out the cage and I'm feeling Age. Tryna stack a hundred hundred, gotta stack that Pape. I ain't saving no bitch, you can keep That cake. man, I ain't saving no bitch, man, You can beat that ho. I'm tryna knock this Little bitch, put her on Figaro. I thots, I'm finna stroll a six to eight Or hit a ten or four. We the opps And they be popping like they us, we know Them niggas broke. Yeah, thirty in my line, like What you on? Yeah, what you tryna smoke? We got the opps up in the woods, I Swear to God, you know that shit gon' smoke. Yeah, thirty in my line, like what you on? Yeah, what you tryna smoke? We got the opps Up in the woods, I swear to God, you Know that shit gon' smoke. Man, I ain't saving No bitch, man, you can beat that ho. You can beat her. I'm tryna knock this little Bitch, put her on Figaro. I'm got the thots, Finna stroll a six to eight or hit a Ten or four. I'm tryna hit. and they be Popping like they us, we know them niggas broke. Thirty in my line, like what you on? Yeah, what you tryna smoke? We the opps in the woods, I swear to God, you know that shit gon' smoke. Yeah, thirty in my line, like what you on? Yeah, what you tryna smoke? We the opps in The woods, I swear to God, you know that Shit gon' smoke