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作词 : L'A Capone
作曲 : L'A Capone
My niggas killin' we be drillin' **** up on the drive
Two 30 shots up out that 50 bet them niggas crash
I've still got twenty in that semi now I'm on their ass
Thats 10 to 10 they can split it, put that in the dash
I use to **** with a plenty of hittas, some them niggas fake
Them crackas locked up most my niggas, so it's **** the jakes
That boy be acting like he with it, but he sweet as cake
Loyalty don't come in a circle, boy these niggas snakes
Can't trust these ******* either
You know we hot as heaters
Quida she was a sneaker, but now Quida a sleeper
One call, I have buddy out the window
D Block, 600 my kinfolk
You ain't tryna' make cake?
Whatchu in fo?
**** with us?
You don't know whatchu in fo
All black neat things, with extendos
Out the cut, it's your boy with the dreadlocks
No legshots, just headshots
6-0 smoking **** out the ziplock
These niggas ain't real, they flip flop
You can tell got guap, from the wrist watch
Big shit, make em dance like lil jay
I don't think they really want gunplay (nawwww)
