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You know you can't duck them switches, right? You know that, don't you? Okay, bool 2B for life, nigga Shawty, what it is, slime? Us, fuck them other niggas Wristyboi beats Treat every opp like a pair of some shoes Step on that boy now his ass on the news Slime on his ass, pass me the mask, 38 opps why I won't leave a clue (Babypluto) Shotty he shooting he hung out the roof Back to back SRT's, Maybachs, and coupe Run up on me, I'ma blow like a flute [?] we got them troops (Damn, Baby doin' hits as fuck) Play for keeps, ain't rules in this life Play with me, end up losing your life In these streets, boy, this shit can get deep, boy These niggas be creep, better use your pipe It's just me and 6, she a six to me Might [?] Three letter gang, R.I.P Got in a Benz strapped up with a hammer Get your ass hit with this shit like a pamper The police can't catch me, get ghost in a Phantom Letras de cancionesForeign car stolen, know we in Atlanta Free JB and [?] they stuck in the slammer Play with the gang and get shot like a camera Four stolen choppers, I bought 'em from Tampa Kill you for nothing, a Fortnite random I got the chop with the switch, I got the Glock with the beam and a dick Just caught a rapper, we took all his shit, wanna come get it, we post in the bricks Post all day on the motherfucking 6, Christian Dior, I look like a lick VVS diamonds, know my shit hit, real Rolex, my shit don't tick Oh, you think I'm a lick? Get shot in your shit Which one of y'all getting dropped tonight I rock the Glock, I rock the mic, which one should I rock tonight? I'm slanging on opps tonight, let's see who getting dropped tonight Who getting popped tonight, where the new body I'ma cop tonight Fuck him, I'm getting these backends Fuck her, I beat her back in If it's up, it's stuck, don't buck, you fuck around and get your shit smacked in Boom, come here with your bitch ass, boom, come here with your snitch ass Boom, come here, nigga, boom, nigga, boom For life with the opps on the regular Put all they face on my schedule I heard my dawg told on dawg, damn, I can't mess with him And I really came out the flesh with him I'm talking 'bout war with the best with him War with the best with him I went to war with the best with him Treat every opp like a pair of some shoes Step on that boy now his ass on the news Slime on his ass, pass me the mask, 38 opps why I won't leave a clue Shotty he shooting he hung out the roof Back to back SRT's, Maybachs, and coupe Run up on me, I'ma blow like a flute [?] we got them troops From Letras Mania