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[intro: deevisions & doomsdaynyc]
w-warning, this is nigel
shot by these n-ggas, who the f-ck is it shot by?
ikotejo

[verse: coe wiki]
listen up, i’ma say this once never again
we the reason they poofed, if we lost a friend
everytime they go poof, like, n-ggas forget
less than 24 hours when we lose a friend
brodie hittin’ on pz like he plugged in the set
free brodie, went dumb for his name, respect
i threw shots at the jet but i came with the jеt and already a jet goin’ poofed out again, gеt out my heard, oh they heard?
wit’ my girl got the gun in her purse, h-handcuffs all i think about is indictments i wouldn’t have ’em at me for k!lling a bird
so, dthang a b-tch you heard? oh you know what i did, you heard? they know who got hit you heard, they know we give the belt you heard, lookin’ for pop, n-gga, we on the kreep, on the kreeper get popped when we pedal the scenes, twin deep wit’ the chop had him fl!ck on bees, had jodot the next day ducking the heat
pop, we have caught multiple, do you know what we did just to get in them v’s? pop threw shots but they nun’ like me
and they nun like i when i come to f-ck up the streets
we on the kreep .45 on the play, c-ck it back on his back if he makk or kreep
d-dolie ducked shouldve made boy dance, can’t forget bro beat him and took off his sneaks, f- fatboy ducked n-gga we got the [?]
like had to hop on the streets, see alpha, like i ain’t went dumb for that man i could merch on bro i’m going crazy for he
tryin’ catch us a factor show em’ i’m more than a rapper like i’ma back out the g, i ain’t no rapper, tell me, bro how i’ma rapper? if im still getting wavy wit’ g, he tried to duck, we almost b00by trapped him, pop, heard the sound of the g, fazo ducked fazo know we tagged him, how much i threw out the g?

[2nd verse: adotfrmdao]
like, baow, how much i threw out the g, think i do it for you? b-tch i do it for me, long live mel, long live e’ i could tell you the times when i fl!cked in the streets, posting my opps i start thinkin’ bout scenes, mama closing her eyes as she thinking about me
tell the guys that we good, bro i do it for weeks late- late nights in the crib having talks with the g, like baow, like-
first stop we in drew ain’t n0body outside, b-tch, we out to the woo’s
like spinnin’ the hill? n-ggas gotta be fools, how many spinned through the spot and went poof? magic, f-ck the s, kal g was a basket, lotti, that was a classic, i’m with the beam, why the f-ck would i pass it? b-bullets is hot burnin’ through fabric
i- i throw a shot, n-gga, watch how he catch it, step back worda bro i start blackin’ dissing crazy now watch how i clap him, ape but can’t turn up his rank? can’t jack him, do a drill in my mikes i dont care about fashion
run up close so they know that i tagged him, throw the beam on excellent task and before all this rap sh-t? b-tch i was active

[outro: kal dotty] worda my deads, we the ones really packing n-gga
we smoke chance, we smoke nu, worda my dead

- coe wiki adotfrmdao

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