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(cbe lilcj)
she f-ck with me cus’ she know
ain’t n0body else like me
i took his b-tch now lil’ bro wanna fight me
he mouth on my d-ck and that b-tch trynna bite me
i beat up the p-ssy call me super tyson
some bread on yo head bet my people come find it
cj don’t play fasho we gone rewind it
he talk out is neck we all that hoe v-g-n-
we lay bach his head jus chill on the recliner
he typing too much we gotta go and find him
as soon as e catch him
stretch he then we driving
its cap in my rap but ima keep it silent
makе up everything i spit
i do in violencе
its only one dude i trust and thats my daddy
he left by my sid so god gone be my guidance
i don’t trust a soul so can’t n0body sign me
i run solo deep you ain’t gone die beside me
yeah that lil glock is one pop like a pop rock
you pay with my top fasho i leave him dead
ain’t no way cj a opp if i’m not from yo spot
ima step fasho and i ain’t scared
send my big bro out to get em i give em a hunid
fasho they bringing back his head
i’m from my hood when it up b-tch its stuck
ain’t no fussing
just leave the p-ssy for the bed
i had to work just to get what i got
no excuse for my mind
is part of getting older
i was just young when my daddy had died
he had told me that ima be my momma soldier
i held her down but i’m still lifting up all this weight
that my daddy put on my shoulders
daddy told me never stress out these hoes
but instead i’m still tranna give my heart a holder
keep a glock in my pocket cause these watching
i’m hard on a opp like mufasa
that red beam on his head got him dancing like breezy
the glock make him pop lock it drop it
heard you say you was bout it
lil n-ggas be feeling with guns onna gram
ain’t gone pop it
posted up in them pictures with all them lil n-ggas
if they see a opp is you rocking
you lil n-ggas be ducking these b-tches
t’ed up with yo potnas quit f-ckig yo potnas
you can’t step in my hood tranna sit onna d-ck
with yo lil bitty cl!ck n-gga stop it
had to boost up the rate
cuz you n-ggas don’t think ima flush
when that hot sh-t be dropping
yo lil b-tch wanna f-ck but i don’t f-ck groupie
so you can just high five and top me
(spiffycarter)
increasing my digits cus i’m from the trenches
you say that i’m scary i know that i with it
i need me a bag im so quick to go get it
you send me a beat guarantee time drill it
you mad at yo girl because she ant the realest
he wanna be clear well ima beat the clearest
won’t chase you lil mam you is not my interest
i’m chasing that money can’t make you my mistress
she eating me u but i told her to stop
i told her turn around and gave her some c-ck
she digging the way that i’m clutching my glock
i’m witchu lil its f-ck all the opps
i’m aiming my scope aiming right for the top
he wanted pressure i can knock of his top
i want the opp so she gave me the drop
she clutching my pistol while i spin the block
she say she gone ride cause she really with it
i can’t get caught lacking i keep it with me
if i step on you b-tch she stepping with me
we run past yo friends and post one in yo fitty
i told my lil mama let’s go see the city
if we see a opp we put one in his kidney
just calm down lil bro why you moving so swiftly
can’t hang with the gang boy yo vibes is to sh-tty
if i come for you boy you gone meet yo master
we come for each other let’s see who die faster
i bond you with god i ain’t talking no pastor
up a dirty k let it roll like a tractor
i show you a clip bet you won’t see no actor
aim it at his dome let it crack like a cracker
when it come to the paper my name is young stacker
knock his dreds off now he don’t even matter

- cbe lilcj

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