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This shits gonna start blowing on Wednesday

We see the opps, they dash into shops, Kim, Khloe and Kourtney soup Or it's Squeez or normy Kwengface just lean with the- I miss my bros, all my Hitsquads, you know we hit dons, yeah, yeah, surely Why else would my bros on the run, guns, I'm in jail eating Ko-Lee I'm no artist, it's a hobby If I don't make it, still on the pavement, still do road for the money They got bars but got no arms, they do this for the honeys On colly, beef Hitsquad this don's off the Molly Bro said all you gotta do is tap, brap, brap, bored it gentle I miss my bro, it's mental, bro too mental We got sticks on deck, sticks got lead, suttin' like pencils Fill it with teeth, no ahh, ahh, fill it with teeth, no dental Fill it with teeth, no- In the field like some tractors, flip the script on them actors Hitsquad, we pull up and what happens? Like some Anglo-Saxons [?] even with a or he's got that thing on my mattress I'm the shit, I need Pampers, [?], if they're shit I throw tantrums Don't step on my Fazos, two dot-dots, no ratio Out 'ere, still on the block like J-Lo, huh, we got guns like NATO Been on badness, got no halo, don't give a fuck what they know They can't prove it, got that case closed, I'm on you, best lay low In that German whip, pull up, brap, brap, Hitsquad hit dons, that's that I miss ***** like Mad Max, gyally on me got a fat back Oh shit man, tap dat, get a cap with a strap, no snapback Riding, no sat nav Might go circle, back beef with my bro, my circle Them man washed like Persil, get stained, business, not personal Might go circle, beef with my bro that's-huh Them man washed like-huh Look, like I'm a 5 star chef, yes, so fry that Michelin Know about about P, that's why they see me and then they start shivering Gyally wan' chill and bill, take couple pills then I'm frigging it Anyting B get ahh, ahh, anyting B I'm-, he came back and I call him Lazarus I don't trust no soul but I'm with bro, that's Judas' Iscariot Came with big bro, he got dough, the effort was valiant Hitsquad's on violence, riding, riding with my battalion Hit it up from the back, oh damn, Jesus of Nazareth I should run but my pride won't let me I'm a young tug', cuz, I'm a Young Thug like Jeffery About Volvo, I was gassed up in the can like my name's Pepsi Big ting, so deadly, I ain't J Hus, I ain't friendly

Could I get an mp3 of this for DJ purposes? Dying to play this out

Greese it clean it load it up and beat it I’m a junction boy n I mean it 2 in the dotty get hit wit the shotty I make u feel it I’m on da block wit my guys I gotta 45 I gotta box of white night don’t lack in da raq cuz u can shot tonight I’m on da block tonight somebody’s gonna die nigga don’t ask me why u see that body fly if I ain’t got my gun jus kno that I got my knife n no i don’t care about these girls cuz I Already gotta wife whip that white wit a mask on my face no corona virus u can’t tell me about riding I don’t flip flop I’m wit sliders lil nigga I’m about it run up on me I doubt it lil nigga I’m out ere I’m in da trap house I bag it up give me some more I ain’t enough back it Up it grab it up stacking this money I stack it up run a man down stab him up pebble it down n wrap it up they ain’t like their bad but ain’t bad for us stop acting up these niggaz ain’t wit it can’t wit it my niggaz are killaz cant to chat to us these niggaz are bitches I’ll slap them up these niggaz can’t fuck wit me look what happened to tubby these niggaz keep telling 417 416 it coulda been 415 remember what happened to kyze but that was back in da day back to the trap yeah I gotta get paid Ever since us man us man us man it’s always been us man big blade on me I’ll cut man gold chain on my neck I’m flashy ballies n gloves 4 door truck pull up wit ballies 2 hands on da wap they know I’m skatty u wudda thought I was hungry I was out ere looking for these patties back that wap hope for best I pray it don’t jam bang bang I’m tryna put a hole in ya chest chitty bang bang make a opp boy still jiraq till da die rip veli I pray to my nigga every night got the moon wit me like astronaut got the like white looking the moon trap hard yh I trap a lot I ain’t no long talking keep walking dem man dere chat a lot I’m a g like a polo dem man cap a lot wen I was in jail u was on vp I was on 3 flow it’s like dem man didn’t wanna see me notorious what notorious how big skeng on me when I walk around what’s the talk about I’ll line n chalk him out I got suttin on my waste and its rip if I draw it out

Man gone tell bout a simple thing Red bull give da niggas wings when I was 18 Was living the dream Martin Luther King Shooters shoot out of the Jeep Round here we ain't here heard a ting Man be hoe bet the man gone sing Big ass pole watch her twerk it for me Later on smash till I'm weak they don't really know me Or how this shit be Soon as we hit the scene We just empty magazine

Your homies are opps When you see me im not a cop Send Capo's to the block Sending shockwaves Speaking the wrong name will get you touched he gonna see an early grave Trying to throw shade but can't handle the punch Shit getting rocked I don't play prey I'm from the box from the gutter plane Where you see people trying to change But ain't nothing changed they still on the block sniffing cane somebody gets shot and it's like nobody's to blame People getting knocked like I'm lucas cage heart filled with rage when they send the heat I ain't putting on the brake bonnie and Clyde shit that's my side chick busting shots out the window frame she an African girl she be like are you crazed? You'll get graised Like when you split an eigth Fighting for scraps off a plate talking like you know about weights. In the streets crime pays. Its the new crimewave

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