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Beat that motherfucker up, Quad. Yeah. Let me talk my shit. Uh, yeah. I grew up kinda fast 'cause I ain't have No one to lean on. Went and changed my story, with that shit I Talk on beats on. On my way to Vegas, Blowing kush, yeah, all the flavors. Book a flight to Jamaica with these vibes, you Know I'm player. Pimping. Dropped another tape, did that for gang, not for These niggas. I pop shit for the real ones, Not these niggas that be in they feelings. 'Cause I don't feel like nothing. Hop right out the booth, put on that product, Feel like something. Stunting. You know for a fact that you ain't nowhere On my level, dawg. On my way to fuck a dime, we'll do It better, love. You can't tell me I ain't Your type 'cause I ain't gon' give no fucks. Shame on these niggas, they ain't never did they Thing like us. Oh, now we got that rap Check. I go broke and bounce back. I fuck rapper niggas' bitches, tell that bitch to Vouch for that. You ain't talking paper, nigga, You should sew your mouth shut. You ain't least doing attempt, don't talk that Gangster shit to us. I went plain to Presi Bust. Keep my thing, my chain, ain't touched. Keep a G to soak it up. Only bros I know is us. Ain't for nothing what ain't for nothing. We don't mingle with you suckers. Niggas fake, how I'm gon' love 'em? Don't call my phone about nothing, nigga. Yeah. 'Cause you ain't qualified. It's that gangster shit, bitch. Brand new homicide, yeah. Murder one, a few attempts. All my opps known to get zipped. He don't never make the net. Mask on when they get stressed. Swerve on him, get it back. Who is you? Now tell me that. Put a nigga head on flat. Put a bitch pockets on tax. He seem like a nice guy. Yeah, I am until I flash. Don't believe me, think it's cap. Run up on me, vroom, blast. Nigga, won't take no chain off you. Caught me slipping, kidnapped him, got that lame off You. Oh, you thought I was a lick, I Got that name above me. Let me catch your lil' partner, let them bullets Hawk him. Chase him. Get him. Hit him. Yeah. Leave him dead without no witness, Nigga. I get active, I get vicious, Nigga. I kept it real with all my niggas, Yeah. That nigga lying, say I didn't, Yeah. This ain't no joke, but who you kidding, Nigga? I love this life and how I live It. Let's get it, yeah.
AFN Peso — Hawk Em
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