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Yeah, yeah
Yo son
No fucking doubt baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Its real, its real
Its real, its real
Yeah let them niggas know
Yeah
Say QB
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming
I got bitches all only back
I got niggas all in my face
It get serious it aint no game
So I got to keep that thing at my waist
Which part of no games niggas dont understand
Your dealing with one dead serious black man
Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath
Love this freedom so you know how I be
And why these niggas want to pull me in
I ask myself that same question over and over again
Its a small world my girl, Im smashing a friend
Aint no love lost might as well join the fuck in
Ive been telling niggas how my gangster get
You can trace it all the way back to the infamous
When niggas out now was on infamil
Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield
Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking
Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking
A hate in my blood you wont find one drop
But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped
So
Yo dun what up scream at your dog
These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone
Fake niggas stunt like their really that strong
You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs
P that nigga that will break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure
Who get cut bucked and left for dead
We get fucked sucked and extra bead
Partying with the ladies is crazy dic
Make you want to have babies and eat the fish
You wont feel safe in the same place as us
We make niggas want to stay far away from us
We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us
Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such
We back with more of that murda muzik bitch
Im going to bang on a nigga that confuse the shit
That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water
You niggas is like fleas and guns pluck em off dun
Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch
Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening
Thats when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up
We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper
My duns keep it at any time its nothing
You run around like you got a pass or something
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