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On my niggas my BK niggas
Back baby Lennox ave
My on broadway all day, come on

Aye yo, you the way I rep black step the F back
I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit
I don't kit kat your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit back shit skip that
how to flip pack for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks sending me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't in a chick
Eight on the ask Dominican Rich

and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See they all see the but you see me in it
TV's in it BB's ask who it is

You see me I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at local gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes jiggle with the A's legal
You not a threat you it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your wet nigga wait now I'm set

I'll go route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat mother out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you like that but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a of pennys
While me and betha fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

Don't fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em bitches 'em
When I'm out of yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid never hard

Dallas been up in you favorite stlyus
Coward on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you thank un though coulda made you run though
Been at front door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong you?
that it's not a game
Yo, you gotta be rhythming for niggas like that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, up the crack
Every time you up a gat got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nahthe I had put in the back
I want the hook up in on this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til shit's right
See boy I carry guns you know the big type
The that might give you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a back
You got to understand baby I'm with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole dead
Light this herb mean to disturb
Never been to street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not Pittsburgh

No kids rapping or
Just and hostages
So, y'all better obey we pro way
Mess with us no way now go go play