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Let me out. Yo, Let me out. Yeah, yeah, get your bitch ass out the car, Nigga. Pfft, You better up that bitch or shut it Up. All these diss tracks, all that dissing, don't See no other nigga standing next to me. Fuck. Ah, ah, ah. You ain't got no dip for You got dip For me? 'Cause you know I got no dip On me, man, hanging out with you. I could've hit the brake, I hit the gas, I left the tech on E. I told her Throw it back, I threw some bands, she made It shake on me. I hit your street, whip Out four-five and the opps hit feet. Little kid tryna slide down Fig just to break On feats. I could've hit the brake, I hit The gas, I left the tech on E. I told her throw it back, I threw some Bands, she made it shake on me. I hit your street, whip out four-five and the Opps hit feet. Little kid tryna slide down Fig Just to break on feats. Ayy, my car tinted, In and out just like them ad libs in The booth. No, I don't do no ins and Outs, yeah, they might run up in my shit, I got them hammers in the couch. I gotta run this shit concurrent, they might try To foul me out 'cause we the hood trophies. Nah, them niggas ain't 'bout nothing, they be steady Loafing. We got some smoke, that bitch so strong It'll leave the suckers choking. Fuck that fully, this FN'll leave you fully open. I left that bitch up in the turf with Her pussy soaking. Legs open, feet up in the Air, I do the best stroking. Mix that drank right up in the pop, bitch, It's the best potion. Best potion, yeah, I'm in The air, lil' bitch, I'm floating. Hell nah, I ain't sleep, lil' baby bitch, I'm Just dozing. Backpack in the wood, okay, Ugh, it got me choking. Gas, gas. Drawing up these plays, I make it Happen, bitch, I'm coaching. Don't ask me for no fade, I'm up in Poland, start to blowin'. Close that back door, Sometimes it's open. We want him gone, okay, we Voting. I could've hit the brake, I hit the Gas, I left the tech on E. I told her throw it back, I threw some Bands, she made it shake on me. I hit your street, whip out four-five and the Opps hit feet. Little kid tryna slide down Fig Just to break on feats. I could've hit the brake, I hit the gas, I left the tech on E. I told her Throw it back, I threw some bands, she made It shake on me. I hit your street, whip Out four-five and the opps hit feet. Little kid tryna slide down Fig just to break On feats. Me worry about you? Not likely. Ooh. Hit her, quit her, fucked around and sent her, Now she love my pimpin'. Ain't no lovey-dovey. I just want the paper and Some sucky-sucky. Fresher than a bitch, You can look, but you cannot touch me. V-Block. Five-four, where the fuck you from? Better state your name and your rank 'fore this Shit get ugly. Hollow tip a tripper, apple-tate him 'cause the Glock was rusty. BSG, we known to step on shit, bitch, we Top rank. Hollow tip a tripper, we send plenty If you come this way. And we know they Want they get back, left him with his shit Back. Left his brother stuck up in the grave With his bitch ass. Don't mean to be disrespectful, But I mean that. Postin' your location, we gon' Pop up where you be at. Where I'm from, they thirsty for a kill, I Swear they fiend bad. They caught up in the Streets and they gon' turn you to a hashtag. I could've hit the brake, I hit the gas, I left the tech on E. I told her Throw it back, I threw some bands, she made It shake on me. I hit your street, whip Out four-five and the opps hit feet. Little kid tryna slide down Fig just to break On feats. I could've hit the brake, I hit The gas, I left the tech on E. I told her throw it back, I threw some Bands, she made it shake on me. I hit your street, whip out four-five and the Opps hit feet. Little kid tryna slide down Fig Just to break on feats.