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(Pay the guy)
Stepping through blood puddles
Gunfights every night
Lurk, look for my mans, I see him
It's on sight
Know I stay prayed up, them angels
They over me
Gotta stay lowkey, the feds, they onto me
Mama be praying for me
You know that she love a G
Stay riding with it, nigga
That chopper stay close to me
Stay riding with it, nigga
That chopper stay close to me
Won't let 'em bury me, no I
Won't let 'em bury me, no
I never had a job, I put the Drac' to work
The only way you'll kill me is if
You sell me a fake Perc'
I'm sliding through Lake Worth
Bеnding and politicking
Trying to stay out the hood
But I love me somе Broward bitches
Skeletons in my closet
Gunpowder in my dreads
Back and forth with the dead
That's how I got to play it
And I got heavy motion
Geeking and pistol toting
I just be kutthroating
Pussy getting bust open
Sliding with a MAC, tryna do a nigga dirty
(Dirty) and we only tote brooms, Wam
We don't spin with no thirties (Thirties)
And bitch, I never miss
(Miss) , magic, I shoot like Curry (Curry)
Nigga itchin' for some fame
(Fame) , I'ma go make you a jersey (Jersey)
Bounce out with this K
(K) , put a nigga on the news (News)
Nigga, check the stats
(yeah) , we sent shit to the Moon
And we got all the chops, nigga
We got all the blues we bend all the blocks
We knock niggas out they shoes
Stepping through blood puddles
Gunfights every night
Lurk, look for my mans, I see him
It's on sight
Know I stay prayed up, them angels
They over me
Gotta stay lowkey, the feds, they onto me
Mama be praying for me
You know that she love a G
Stay riding with it, nigga
That chopper stay close to me
Stay riding with it, nigga
That chopper stay close to me
Won't let 'em bury me, no I
Won't let 'em bury me, no
In a Bentley bending through the Del'
On missions, spinning by myself
I went and got too many Ms
I can't be hitting bitches bare
I don't need a scale, if shit don't add up
I can tell
Me and Syk' niggas for life, until I die
It's NFL yeah, ain't no way a nigga play
That's really rare
Been scoping for a week, fuck ADT
I'ma get in there
Pussy nigga, what? You say it's up
Then get me there
I do my dollar, top shotter, big revolver
Catch the shell
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