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Gotcha Who made this? JB made this It was me that he hopped that fence from Bro said "roll safe" cah life's too short, so the clip in the skengs long It was me on the back of that one-twos, I don’t know where bro got that ped from It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at, I ain't talking 'bout mentions I need all of these feds gone, you already know what my friends on If I buy that wap and send that man, it’s me that the corn got sent from It's me that was hitting up shop, 24 hours, getting these Z's gone No sleep in these streets, no back and forths, we ain't playing no ping pong How you start your war, now your friend got-got, little man don't want no parts Built like Tin Man, coming like Drake, either way you ain't got no hearts Grab my cannon and shoot man live like a camera man, just ask Corn got thrown like darts, I hit my target clean then hit that bath Still gotta buss shots [?] in the A, MP's great, he'll do it with bae Shots to the chest, let it burn like [?] Or Usher, bare dance when the ting here raise Hit my prey then pray, knife [?] shine ye, I beg a man pree my chain I dare a man test my gangster, LD’s not about banter, I’m all about smoke like cancer Whole load of shit on the table, get it all wrapped like Pampers ST out with the Coke can, make the ting fizz like Fanta Got two in this unsawn Trenton, tryna leave his head back more than dented Rise up this two litre engine Letras de cancionesMy young boys ain't got not chill, they don’t wanna know nuttin' 'bout Netflix Got nicked in the bando and hit the bando when I done my sentence I guess I ain't learned my lesson, still two-0 for a three-four or six-five-0 for seven We lost a next wap, it’s cool cah we still got smoke for the twos I guess the gangdem good like Megan Trident pissed cah I got NFA for a next attempted Yo Rev, ain't it just getting repetitive? Seen a opp boy stare feminine Got a fresh 9 to test, man take it to the 9, make sure it's genuine My new ting wanna know how I'm getting it She ain't know I'm en route with this two and a blues 'cause the spot like a penalty All I do is count these notes, my wap tryna make that beat like Remedy I got bad B's sending me nudes, probably cah I'm stepping in Loubs Came a long way from being rock bottom like the rest of the move I wrap white like a devil in tune and I step with weaponry too Last time I got nicked, had a shank so big couldn't fit in the evidence tube Last time that I backed my flick, could've dislocated my wrists On the opp block everybody hates me, still go there like everything crisp Them man get wet like tissues, still, none of them ain't on piss I got two in the dots and six in the spin, rudeboy, you can take your pick Many men want me dead, just like 50 Cent's song Run man down in my sliders, would've been stressed if I ever had creps on Since I was young like Teflon, I been magic with the stick I'll slap it in your wig, it's a vanishing trick, like nigga where your head gone? It was me that he hopped that fence from Bro said "roll safe" cah life's too short, so the clip in the skengs long It was me on the back of that one-twos, I don't know where bro got that ped from It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at, I ain't talking 'bout mentions I need all of these feds gone, you already know what my friends on If I buy that wap and send that man, it's me that the corn got sent from It's me that was hitting up shop, 24 hours, getting these Z's gone No sleep in these streets, no back and forths, we ain't playing no ping pong From Letras Mania