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Drink syrup like it's liquor. Street life will have you catching up to God Quicker. Sticker, AK-40 to your liver. Let this chopper bang on you like a Blood Or a Cripa. Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast. Made so much money off of dummies, Off of dummies. I'm the body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher. Ain't no regular F on feet, this a fucking Raptor. No capper, street nigga, Not a rapper. Chopper hit him and he turn Into a baby clapper. Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L gang repping. We done baptized more niggas than the town reverend. Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all The stepping. Who you checking? It's F-ing, shoot in the wedding. I heard Papi outside, and he got the double R drop you outside. Check the weather and it's getting real opp-y Outside. I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies Dropping like some motherfucking... Type of nigga that can't look me in the Eyes. I despise when I see you, better put That fucking pride to the side. Many times, many times, I survived, Haters lied. Spoiler alert, this nigga died. Cheap blickies, and you know the weed sticky. My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys. Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss Me. I come straight up out the 6 and Where I'm sworn sithe. I fuck with her, and fuck with her, And her. I hit up Ur' tell him do The Ur' for sure. Voodoo curse, got him while I flew to Turks. Loaded dogs, had to hit him where we knew It hurt. Gang shit, that's all I'm on. Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga. Gang shit, that's all I'm on. Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga. Gang shit, that's all I'm on. Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga. Gang shit, that's all I'm on. Gang shit, that's all I'm on. Let it bang bang, let it bang bang. 'Til his brains hang, and his mama sang. And the pastor sang, and them bullets sang. And them choppers sang, and the choir sang. I'm on everything. Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain. You a sore man, had his onwards at the Tennis game. Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games. And my pen insane, and my men insane. There's like eighty of us now, that's a scary Thing. Shit they doing on that other side Embarrassing. We in Paris with it, Hundred carats with it. All this shit is for my sons to inherit In it. Metro.