
时间:2020-07-24
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You know what the f**k goin' on
It's your boy King Von
We in this b***h Stretch Gang
My boy 30 Deep in this b***h
Oh yeah go crazy in this b***h
You the same n***a duckin'
Rec' in jail tuckin' your tail
I put 10 on him and 10 on him
Just sent that s**t through Zelle
I told pistol Whack the b***h
He get locked up he makin' bail
Swisha known for crackin' s**t
He catch a roach another L
Grimeyy this and Grimeyy that
B***h keep my name out your mouth
All that cappin' bout some murders
They know that ain't what they're 'bout
Catch him with his baby mama
Hit that b***h all in her scalp
I've been runnin' up my numbers
Gang'll never see a drought
We ain't been hot since Nelly 'n them
I put my city on my back
CC and Ville gang
You know I'm f**kin' with the
The opps got booked for stealing phones
Tell the feds to free the rats
B***h tried to charge me for some coochie
So I kicked her out the trap
What the f**k happened to dude
He got hit all in his head
D**n
Grimeyy please let him breathe
Shouldn't have said what he said
If them crackers come and get me
I'ma grow me out some dreads
Crazy E do drills for free
But he work better off the meds
I put 10 on him and 10 on him
That's why them n***as droppin'
And tell my b***h to wheel him in
So we could knock out all his pasta
I've been gucci in Miami
Don't get hit up with this flakka
Opps slide Brick Squad
When they be shootin' n***as
Ask DP what I was doin' before I flew out to Miami
The floor hit through the 50 make them roach n***as panic
How the f**k y'all let me get the ups
And y'all was outside lampin'
I let Murda out on he caught him slippin' so we
I got b***hes all in Cali got a b***h in NYC
Dallas Texas Calabassas know they f**k with 30 Deep
Don't make me call up OTF DQ gon' slang that ARP
Lil Reggie threw up on a drill he seen me take his head off
You try to take off with a P TayTay gon' knock your legs off
Tony Montana keep a hammer come see what this lead 'bout
30 Deep the gang that's what I bang
I did some time in
Got in the jam and started yappin' you could call him TED Talk
We known for shooting n***as in the back so don't you run off
Any weather we gon' serve it we gon' get the birds off
Get the witness we gon' kill him 'fore he get his words out
Yea we droppin' the opps I hit 2 in a row
It's a hundred-some shots when we step in the show
If I go broke I'mma stretch me a 'bow
Say I shot who What you talkin' bout bro
Reach for my chain put a tag on your toe
I'm in the studio high as a h*e
If you try to rob me it's a high and a low
The high is the face shot the low is the blow
Shot in the crowd he died I ain't know
Shoot in the air cause his soul was floatin'
Get a n***a killed then put him in a rhyme
B***h I'm a muder poet
Shoot a n***a like a Polaroid
My dawg caught a body I told him Do it
Whenever we see him we gettin' into it
My bullets don't stutter them b***hes they fluent
Pull up and hop out I spray spray spray
We spray spray spray
Always gotta keep me a K or a Drac'
Brr brr
N***a play swear to God we shoot him in the face
It's broad day with that murder s**t cause we gon' beat the case
Ye aye