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[verse]
we not ducking sh-t, we on yo’ ass, boy, don’t come outside
we be in yo’ blocks with mini glocks, the opps gon’ never try and slide
[?] in case i make it, hide outside
lil’ bro really shooting sh-t, they get mad if you won’t slide
you don’t wanna test us, you gon’ need a check up
forty sh-ll pop out the glock, now your shirt look like ketchup
tell the opps to catch up, we young, wild and reckless
i fell in love with russian chops, that sh-t like a fetus
i smoke dead n-ggas, i’m with the dead guys
real one, let me murder one so bro don’t get a homicide
make ’em dig his face up, hit that boy ’bout seven times
mac-11 start to spit, spark that boy about eleven times
ride around with this heater tryna slide a open store
hollow hit that n-gga brain, it make his body hit the floor
all these n-ggas [?], they gon’ crash ’cause they on go
nascar, i f-ck her fast but off the gas, i f-cking smoke
he claimed he jumped off in that water, you gon’ drown or you gon’ float
this stick gon’ leave him seasick, yeah, i finna crash this n-gga boat
she hit the gas, it made her choke, then put my d-ck all in her throat
the opps, they claim they up on us but [?]
we outside, we at the store, we got that loud sh-t for the low
off this tiki pack, this gas [?] gon’ clog yo’ throat
all my soldiers throwing fours, they slinging k and stand, don’t fold
i seen some murders i won’t speak about that every body know
grab the pole, drop, let it blow, go crazy, make that n-gga fold
they max the gas then do the dash [?] to let the thirty blow
sh-t [?]
dudes gon’ post up with a lil’ drake, then gon’ rob you for your pole
we serving yayo, we got that blow, god what’s your name? baby ralo
c-ck back the k and let is spray, it ate his face, he on the floor
k spray like mace so swing the door, he tried to run but he too slow
this clip on thirty-three but playing with me, i make it thirty-four
we rolled the blunts, yeah, roll two more, this tiki got me on the floor
i took his sh-t ’cause he a b-tch, that n-gga tried me like a ho
i’m off the gas and smoking dope, these dead n-ggas what i wrote
[?] i heard they sn-tched his f-cking soul

- jdot breezy

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