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You play too much. In my city, we don't do the red lights. I'ma do it for the gang 'fore I do It for the likes. wouldn't fuck broke bitch, I'ma Leave it for the mic. Before I went out A Ky, had skits off a bike. Take a walk in my shoes, see what I'm Like. Meet the plumbers, run this bitch, we got Pipes. Huh, let me see a nigga I don't Like. I ain't politicking with a nigga that ain't Right. You my dawg, I'ma put down my strap, We can fight. These niggas cap, I'ma show you On sight. I'm really cold with the left, Believe the hype. Around here, play with this shit, You get wiped. And we don't fret, we quick To get it poppin' with this bitch. No, we ain't patient, hop out, get to chasin', Pop until he hit. Yeah, we caught him in Vale', but we popped him in the Ritz. And fuck the feds, them niggas know who get Shit poppin' on the six. And I don't talk Cheap, still'll pull up, pop it at your bitch. I hope this jigga keep me up 'cause I Keep noddin' off in sick. And we don't fuck With dawgs, still'll pull up barkin' out that whip. Opps all talk, fuck 'em, they just talkin' and That's it. But I'm higher than a bitch, so I don't even care. They say pull up to Their block, we go and they ain't even there. Better believe somebody got a strap if you see Me in there. Heard he told his bitch he Couldn't go 'cause he know we in there. Look, time piece full of rocks,.45 extended Glock. Hood bitch, she a bop, I could never tie The knot. Eleven-ass bitch suck dick and she won't Stop. Pussy-ass niggas sayin' things, that's not my Vlogs. Car full of TGs, we'll make your whole Hood hot. Niggas trippin' just for nothin', tryna Make the hood pop. Broke niggas in the way, Always tryna name drop. Put a fifty on his Head, shoot his shit and slam lock. From my day ones, get beside us, it's a Sandbox. And smilin' on my name, I'ma show 'em This fam 'bout. All my niggas jumpin' in this Car, this somethin' we ain't plan 'bout. Fuck the streets up since a boy and I'm A man now. raised by the hood, took some Fades in the hood. They say Friday night, today We shootin' K's in the hood. My life kinda crazy, C-Team out the mud. I popped two Percs, now I'm lookin' for my Gun. They runnin' with they mice, see if I Squeeze my gun. When they keep on comin', I'ma Split it with my thugs. Forty with a fifty on it, let a nigga Run. Hawk a nigga down like a bird and He done.