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[verse 1]
put you in the grave, put you in the ground
i got shooters in the cut, we don’t play around
shoot you in your sleep, we don’t make a sound
smoking in the booth, we smokin’ by the pound
you a lil pup, n-gga i’m the hound
you a lil kid, never seen a battleground
jumpin’ in the sauce, i’ll promise that you’ll drown
no it’s not royale
this is not no fortnite and i am not your pal (yuh)

[hook]
black hoodie, black jeans
i’ma whole fiend
ima send you to the grave i’m an o.g
ima pull up with a beam, with a whole team
ima pull up with a beam, with a whole team

[verse 2]
bring it back, bring it back, bring it right back
got the new voots on, colored pitch black
hittin’ l!cks, hittin’ l!cks, put sh-t in the bag
now they turned the lights on, had a heart attack
now we runnin’, now we runnin’, hooded maniacs
we sellin’ on the block, yeah, we sell ya momma crack
n-gga lookin’ like a tic-tac, now we run it back
we hop in the cadillac, time to hit the sack
sittin’ in the back, then i flashback
remember all the good times, now i’m feelin sad
fear is big as f-ck, it’s bigger than the shaq
i’m pullin’ out the blade, now you wearin’ plaid
now you feelin’ hurt, now you feelin’ mad
you just got stabbed, now that’s too bad
y’all got deadbeat dads and we don’t feel that
my dad had to run away, yeah he did the dash
runnin’ from the cops, yeah he runnin’ from the feds
had to see the bloodshed, just to get the bread
we just k!ll the one guy, then we k!ll the rest
lookin’ like your dead, p-ssy where is your head
we wearin’ the blue rags, we don’t f-ck with red
lookin’ like you mislead, now you feelin’ dread
now we finna pump you with fifty pounds of lead, fifty pounds of lead, fifty pounds of lead

- lil stars

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