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Joe
What are you doing here
What are you doing here
What are you doing here
B***h
Get off on who you mad at
N***as laughin'
We is down
Now they laughed at
B***h swallow all my kids
I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for revenge with this glock
Once we tap tap
Stitch brain on the opps watch 'em quack
Quack
Indian giver with his life
He can't have back
He ain't putting in work
He a half a*s
Can't ride the wave
Go on home with your back packed
B***h
What type of s**t is you on
Yeah
That's your b***h but my d**k
She be on
8 in a liter
When I sip it be strong
Ain't tryna chase a bag
Dumb b***h then be gone
Offense with them straps
You gon' need d
Want beef with the gang
You 'gon need cheese
John cena with them tints
You can't see me
F**k the law
Catch a case
N***a free theeze
If I gotta think twice
I won't think at all
B***h we won
All smoke
Ain't no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt
I'll chief 'em all
Before you play in that field
N***a kick balls
B b b b***h
Yeah
And we is not playin'
You know daboii
He a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck
You are not able
Whole gang full of demons
We are not angels
House visit with the chop
That's who rock cradle
All the eyes on us
But we not cable
Stand tall through it all
But we not tables
N***as wanna play
Game on 'cause we not playful
B b b b***h
Who the f**k gon' stop me
All this ice on
Who the f**k gon' rob me
All these shooters with me
Who the f**k gon' try me
High of the kush
In the clouds you can find me
I don't f**k with n***as like a nazi
Nobody else
Then I know god got me
Hi tech turn a n***a to a zombie
And I don't want the puss
Lil baby just top me
Give me head
I'll set it off in this b***h
Feel like rick ross
I'm the boss in this b***h
Smack for a band
Don't get bought in this b***h
Make you bulletproof the whip
Like young dolph in that b***h
Boom
Boom
Touch a hundred bands
Yeah I did that
Hit the lot
Couple bands
Yeah I did that
This street s**t
Naw n***a
You don't live that
Aid or a kick back
Real n***a been that
Lil' n***a
Lv and gucci
Had to mismatch
And for the right price
You can get your b***h back
Tired of them broke n***as
I can fix that
Just bought a glock hit the plug
Where them sticks at
Get to bustin' have you n***as runnin'
Zig zags
Boom
Boom
Hit the road
Get the bag
Then I flip that
All the time my brother got
He can't get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
All these styles a n***a got
I'll switch it up
When you jump in these streets
Ain't no givin' up
Big
40
I'll make a n***a give it up
And n***a reach for the chain
I'ma hit 'em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin' up
Crazy when you see the opp n***as clickin' up
F**kin' on a ho b***h
You n***as sick as f**k
And if it ain't about a bag
I ain't pickin' up
First off
Suck a n***a d**k
Pole for an opp coming
Suck a n***a clip
Clip so long
That it's poking off my hip
If I wasn't taken
I'd take a n***a b***h
Am I really insane
Yeah b***h it's true
Six figures to my name
Yeah b***h it's true
Heard I don't f**k with you
Yeah b***h it's true
F**k what you thought
F**k what you knew
I'm a gold diggin' n***a
Need a check out a b***h
I'll pass her to the gang
They get neck out the b***h
You was textin' like you with it
What you scared for
Let me hit it from the back
Break the headboard
If not
I don't give a f**k
I got diamonds in my mouth
When I talk b***hes lust
F**k it up sus
N***a gettin' at me wrong
I'll f**k 'em up sus
Chop with a drum
Cook f**kin' up my lungs
Cops looking for the glock
'Cause they think a n***a dumb
You will never see me posin' with another n***a funds
You will never see me clutchin' on another n***a gun
B***h I'm a soldier
I don't got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver
I don't ride no civic
I'm a wild a*s n***a and I don't act civil
I don't smoke no kush
I don't smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks
I'm a motherf**kin' thief
All these bands still hangin' out my motherf**kin' jeans
Give a n***a all head 'til its barely dome
I been running at that bag 'til it's barely gone
Let a n***a hit like I'm barry bonds
And I don't f**k with n***as
I'm a uncle tom
Four five on my hip but I'll tote a nine
And if you ever take my b***h she was barely mine