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I'm still thuggin' in this cold summer. Hoppin' out the hoopty, man, I swear he a Cold runner. He ain't gettin' far, blunts made him Trip and fall. Long leg, tiny Matt, they wasn't Thuggin' at the park. Sittin' behind the walls, the Homies told me keep it active. Bitch said she love me, shit, I thought she Was an actor. All the shit I did, I Hope God forgive me after. Prayin' for my niggas 'cause I know they keep It active. It's war time, you know I keep That thing on my side. CK Chief bounce out And he gon' do the shit right. We do walk ups and jog ups, J2 gon' Chalk him up. All he see was flames, now His face on the Pro Club. This J Gang, Park Money boys, but it's the Same thing. Grew up on Cell Block, I got A couple killers from the A. Dad said, "Fuck All the bull shit, nigga, get the pape." So I had to find my hustle, tryna get It every day. Smokin' on this wood, I ain't Gon' lie, it kinda ease the pain. Thinkin' 'bout my granny like, "Damn, she in a Better place." Lookin' at my mom, all smiles behind Her eyes, see his pain. Thinkin' 'bout the times She broke her back just to get them J's. Thinkin' 'bout my killers like, "Damn, I can't see They face." Real dumpster boy, catch a bucket, Jungle murder gang. Nah, you can't hang if you Ain't go update that resume. Real Park boy on the A, but you can Meet the K. When we strip that crab, nigga, We gon' strip him right. Give no passes to The Smeagles, you'll lose your life. Thuggin' late night, takin' trips from the other Side. Two-two-three shells ate his brain, he don't Remember life. Pull up bouncin' out in a midi, This some cold runners. I was told to keep The gloves and the mask, you a cold gunner. Look, yeah, you a cold gunner. Brown and yellow sparkle with the crabs, give him Cold thunder. Bust down, strip a nigga bold, it's A cold summer. Man down, but the other nigga, He a cold runner. You got your foot up On the brake, nigga, gas past. Poppin' Percs, smokin' good weed with the white ass. I got a bitch, I want your bitch 'cause Your bitch bad. Pussy tuck a hundred thousand, That's a big bag. I was gon' hit her With the quitter, but her pussy trash. Want me to be her baby daddy, left her In the past. How you niggas say you gang But can't hang with us? Pull up on your Block and watch them babies throwin' boogie. Catch me, you know we actin' on BPS though. J Gang know, four pokey stop. Four pokey, nigga, BPS, nigga, we run Vernon. Nigga, we run Vernon, BPS, nigga. BPS though, nigga. Chucky ass, classic gangsta, this country love this. STL caption, J hats, nothin' above it. Been on the block and shit been hot, go Grab the Glock up out the oven. Road runner to the back, tryna touch a hundred Hundred.