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Uh, it ain't shit to get you hit up, It's a ten mil' in my lap right now. Run up, you get chewed up, forty barkin', burn Them blickshit down. These niggas don't serve no Purpose, hell nah, you can't linger 'round. We global now, we on TVs and stuff, my Fans don't let me shop. I'm only gon' pay For tricks, I rob your ass, you got some Wock. I was just gon' buy a kit, but Fuck that, I'ma take his watch. You niggas mans in the middle, I be the Man at the top. He confused on know what Happened, I'm the one that swung the block. Trigger discipline, I let off ten, twenty more for The ride home. He let off them shots and Ain't hit shit, slow down, you work your mind Wrong. Bloodbath, that's my right hand, but my OG, That's my fuckin' backbone. Buddy got shot in his shit, it ain't that, But his dumbass count wrong. We really beat back though, K with this back Door, gon' fuck his mind up. He shoot like he got a blindfold, I shoot Like I got an aimbot. I just came up, cryin' for them, talkin' about To my sock and tank top. He wanna do it for net, I caught him, His ass caught a face shot. Damn, now his face hot, damn, now the jakes Hot. My bro, we come out the walkways, niggas Never not on they block. Uh, he bought his lamp from me, I served Him, hit his dumbass fake hop. My bro, we do X and broad day, blow Out curtains on his face and-It shit to Get you hit up, it's a ten mil' in My lap right now. Run up, you get chewed Up, forty barkin', burn them blickshit down. These niggas don't serve no purpose, hell nah, you Can't linger 'round. We global now, we on TVs And stuff, my fans don't let me shop. I'm only gon' pay for tricks, I rob your Ass, you got some wock. I was just gon' buy a kit, but fuck That, I'ma take his watch. You niggas mans in the middle, I be the Man at the top. He confused on know what Happened, I'm the one that swung the block Plenty Of wock, beam on the Glock. Blamm, need plenty of Wock. Blamm, need a plenty of wock. I got little rocks, beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock. If she gon' suck me up, got suck Chuggy Too. If she gon' suck me up, got suck On Chuggy too. If she gon' suck me up, Got suck on Chuggy too. Yeah, and my clip got blood in it, Real spill. And my clip got blood in it, Real spill. Yeah, I'm tryna spin the block, I'm with a little chill. Yeah, lookin' for an opp, tryna take a trip. Tryna take a trip. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Walk in with a nine, I just shot a Nine. Walk in with a nine, I just shot A nine. Walk in with nine, I just shot A nine. Walk in with a nine, I just Shot a nine. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Need a plenty wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, need a plenty of wock. Uh, beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock. Beam on the Glock.
Che, Chuckyy — NEVER TOO YOUNG TO DIE
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