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When we bounce out we tryna put him right Up on the frame. I was broke in the Field tryna make a play. Thirsty young niggas out all night, I couldn't even Change. PNB the gang, I'm from the J's, but It's all the same. Lost a couple brothers to The shit, they ain't feel my pain. Lookin' at my niggas like, "Shit just not the Same." Lookin' at my niggas like, "Shit just gotta Change." How all these niggas come around and Started screamin' gang. Back then, I don't think These bitches really knew my name. Young nigga out in the field tryna build my Rank. Chase it down, you know we left a Slump right up on his face. Chase it down, he ain't gettin' far, the way It hit his face. Chase it down, you know we left a slump Right up on his face. I was never good At math, but you can't match my skills. Body bag toe tag, bouncin' out on drills. In the field, but we ain't playin' ball, we Tryna catch a kill. Brodie got them packs for The low and they vacuum sealed. I just put some ice on my lil' bitch, Now she catchin' chills. Ski mask with red rag When I'm on a drill. Brodie shot a opp On them tires, it was overkill. We put him in another opp pack and he Smokin' still. Strictly man downs, bitch, I'm Bouncin' out the coupe. Five star suite like, Bitch, we fuckin' on the roof. And you gon' catch me in 44 'cause I Been faded off this juice. BSG the gang, we ain't acceptin' no crew. Military top rank, when they see me, they salute. She like, "Bae, you want some top?" And I told her, "Absolutely." Tryna touch a hundred hundreds, I been thumbin', Thumbin' through. Screamin' "Free LIL," tell that Lil' my killer loose. Flippin' shit, I'm tryna bust It down and bust a billi' down. It's a couple pounds on the floor, I passed 'em all around. Body bagged his ass, the paramedics Couldn't bring him back. That boy actin' tough, he Seen the BSG's and had a heart attack. He had a ghost gun and shit, damn, but He shot twice. Five percent swervin' the lane, It's a dark night. I keep a stock clip, But on extension, it's a long pipe. Twenty-six shots, his body cold, it's a hard night. Beam on his back and I'ma flame him up In plain sight. When you take them plates up Off your whip, you do your thing right. Five months bakin' it. He mix the cookies with the blend, it got Me sick as My mind racin' figures and shit, I'm tryna touch a couple million quick. That shit come in, we blow the roof up Off the building, And when we pour it up, We pourin' way more than a deuce in can't Forget your bitch up off the Casamigos, gettin' Loose and shit. She gettin' loose. Damn. Bitch, you keep talkin' all that shit, but It gon' do nothin'. A couple hundred miles up On this road, I'm tryna dump somethin'. That bitch, she talkin' 'bout no bag. Move. Tryna fuck your up. Man, I heard he Talkin' out his neck. Move. I'm finna cut a hundred. Percies and lean, it Got a nigga heart thumpin'. She put the bottle in my hand, I think She tryna start somethin'. Damn. Put the bottle in my hand, I think she Tryna start somethin'. Yeah.