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this is real gentles production

hook:
they heard we hurting sh-t, my pockets big
got what they prefer
me and bristol cracking this sh-t natural
this ain’t no reefer
glock 26 ar-15 got my n-ggas reserved (got my n-ggas)
got the shooters always with me
b-tch this n-gga is secured( yeah yeah)

verse:
coming from mud k!ll it dirty
hustle so vital put a date
hear the voice like am durk
all the foes tell ’em am back
like
scared to pull the trigger
why you walking with a gun?( bow bow bow bow)
we be stating all them facts
we don’t brag about sh-t we got
talk about bristol in this rap sh-t
he nеver dropped sh-t (he nеver)
count my n-ggas on the sh-t
they never plot sh-t (they never)
put ’em deals on the trap sheet not on map sheet
south side n-ggas they be trapping as sh-t
no b be tripping as sh-t (d-mn)
last i checked they cut me off like they got sh-t sharp (huh!)
how you vouch something like wise man
he got an empty talk
bro gon’ dig lil deep
i can’t let ’em play with rap again (yeah)
got stuck in the streets
i ain’t dropping my ink on him again
like i switched a whip

in the studio i ain’t recording sh-t
am prolly smashing sh-t (smash)
got em plenty checks for dealing sh-t
am prolly cracking sh-t (crack it)
opps be talking like he dropping sh-t
he can’t get a b-tch (yeah)
got motions for the cash race
can’t catch me chasing a b-tch
heard you boujee these n-ggas hating me
you never stand on me (stand on)
p-ss me off on sh-t i invented
b-tch gon’ get some rest in peace
got the choppas on your best man skrr ratata (pow pow)
got a lot of sh-t to squash
b-tch, you can’t be on my watch

put this rap sh-t ’till my last breathe one hundred percent
from the ghetto i be going harder so i gotta represent (yeah)
b-tch waiting on me and she ready like she got a date (d-mn)
been with my brothers they can’t switch if i fall the other day
soon gon’ stump the streets (yeah yeah)
numbers on my fit still ain’t take a pic
you can’t take this rap sh-t out of me
it’s a hobby from my crib (pow pow)
she be counting my pockets
she a city girl tryna get a loui bag (n-gga)
step on my block my blade will target on your d-mn head (yeah)
designing my sh-t, n-ggas too lame i can’t mimic
ghost writing, i made that n-gga get a badge (raa)
hook:
they heard we hurting sh-t, my pockets big
got what they prefer
me and bristol cracking this sh-t natural
this ain’t no reefer
glock 26 ar-15 got my n-ggas reserved (got my n-ggas)
got the shooters always with me
b-tch this n-gga is secured (yeah)

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