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Aye!

Lil Troy nigga!

We doing the shit for real ,you hearing me?

Yjay turn me up in the air phone

We going in

Aye!

We go!

Soon as I hop out on the street with my pistol, they tried to spit my wig cause I’m gonna blow my whistle

The free kick so bad

It be so hard to touch a bezel

They be hating so bad, they ain’t got vision they can’t see well

We gon bang it out on his cousin

We gon shoot em to death

Niggas be speaking, talking reckless we’ve been stepping on them

Police be coming

They be chasing, we be swerving from them

Aye talk your shit

I’ll blow my shit

I’ll be creeping on them cause they be thuggin for real

Stepping on shit

We from a place where they show no love

Them hoe foes they be thuggin we don’t give a fuck

They killed my niggas in the street and they killed my dawgs

(Bitch)

The Bullet gon knock off his mind

I just wan’ em gon

Rock em out ,aye we be coming, we be thuggin out

Hop out with the glocks out ,with the gang men

We’ll be bustin’ out

Let it out

A bitch wan’ play ,we gon’ bust em down

I spin the whole 50 clip nigga check me out

I ain’t worried bout no bitch

My mama know I’ve been steppin’ on shit

A bitch wan’ play we gon step on that bitch

Cause they be claiming they real

They ain’t got shit

They be claiming they rich

On Top the mount’ i be climbing the hill

Soon as I hop out on the street with my pistol,they tried to spit my wig cause I’m gonna blow my whistle

The free kick so bad

It be so hard to touch a bezel

They be hating so bad, they ain’t got vision they can’t see well

We gon bang it out on his cousin

We gon shoot em to death

Niggas be speaking, talking reckless we’ve been stepping on them

Police be coming

They be chasing, we be swerving from them

Aye talk your shit

I’ll blow my shit

I’ll be creeping on them cause they be thuggin for real

God know I’m forcing

I won’t do no rushing

All the niggas bout the drama

Buh we yea we do the clutching

Pistol reapin

They be busting

On the street we do the tokin

Stop talking to the bitch

Who wan’ me just to fuck em

I just made a rock inside my book (the rock)

The glock in hood

Tell them bring the hood

Play you get shoot

Tell em bout my mood

How the fuck they stole my shoe inside my hood

I was waiting for a bitch to come and cook

Soon as I hop out on the street with my pistol,they tried to spit my wig cause I’m gonna blow my whistle

The free kick so bad

It be so hard to touch a bezel

They be hating so bad, they ain’t got vision they can’t see well

We gon bang it out on his cousin

We gon shoot em to death

Niggas be speaking, talking reckless we’ve been stepping on them

Police be coming

They be chasing, we be swerving from them

Aye talk your shit

I’ll blow my shit

I’ll be creeping on them cause they be thuggin for real