Leave that fire right here
I had a buccaneer
Miluwakee bucks in here
Feel no evil there
I caught the glock another charge make me drop some tears
It’s just me OD and baby Jay three musketeers
He dropped the VVS’ and smile from ear to ear
He got his dick caught in zipper crackers took his whip
So now I’m bendin in this rental with colt 4 fifths
Standoff got my clutchin like a dyke I’m coming off the hip
I don’t know shit you talk about I can’t believe it’s real
My nigga been in parking lots and keep the stainless steel
I told them crackers them bring my niggas back on the field
You think you a shooter he tryna recruit him bring the head back off
Oops where I am
We’ll kill you can’t fuck around can he ran
Brand new glokk its tan
Shit fuck around hit the fan
We gotta stop all this playin
Might just tussel and nigga you dusty lil nigga
Then help him again
I had to just tussel my nigga we fight that that shit out
And smoke at the end
These niggas took guns to a whole nother level
Shit we just gon do what you did
Mamma told me you gon reap what you soul get out and whatever you did
Wasn’t countin no bodies this shit here a hobby
Ima target I get paid just to sit
That hoe eatin buddy gon please her
Lil jack still be givin her dick
I got a nina for all of that talkin
But ima start with a
And we don’t join up with no nigga this shit ain’t a game
I’m tyrna corrupt lil nigga I catch him down bad with his dick out his pants
Leave that fire right here
I had a buccaneer
Miluwakee bucks in here
Feel no evil there
I caught the glock another charge make me drop some tears
It’s just me OD and baby Jay three musketeers
He dropped the VVS’ and smile from ear to ear
He got his dick caught in zipper crackers took his whip
So now I’m bendin in this rental with colt 4 fifths
Standoff got my clutchin like a dyke I’m coming off the hip
Bend this hoe dip low and jid
Never bang change my color wig
Ima ghetto bitch ima ghetto kid
My shoes don’t go had to match my fit
Shorty on go ready to fight
If he thirsty he clutchin his pipe
Seen him caught him get in right
I’m bout whatever and fuck who don’t like
Yeah pop my shit you will
Lil ass boy they dick on shrimp
If you hit this nigga you rich
Real ass pimp we just payin for the trip
Real freak hoe took another molly
Head come first nigga don’t try me
Fit mismatch be lurking tryna copy
Baby daddy got good brain good sloppy
You know I’m in the feelin when cash in your hand
I ain’t even saw that ass in the benz
I ain’t even saw that ass in a trance
Runnin up a check bitches mad with their friends
All in they mouth like pineapple soda
And bakwoods is his odor
Ain’t tryna talk to the nigga wait hold up
Ain’t tryna talk to the nigga wait
Leave that fire right here
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