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Drell On The Track)(Goddamn, Bj with another one) YeahI'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, niggaI'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', niggaI'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a niggaHuh? Yeah, lookBig bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's goToting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dopePlayboy lifestyle, I got hella hoesThen had the baddest of 'em allAnd I still ain't never choseFuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with thatTold my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with thatI'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeahHe took that blick straight out his pants and topAin't gave that boy no passI put that bitch right on his assI say murder, we gon' the blow the curb upI'm talkin' to thе point where they can't еven serve nothin'I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on 'emYou better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk somethingOne body, two body, three body, fourFive bodies, now we knockin' at your doorBeen in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoesStraight down with them polesBending curves with my lit brosOut at night, get your life stoleHarbor freight, don't use no stoveMold the shit then get it soldFace the bitch, he break the codeI take that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my ownWe call it Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your domeI got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to fuckThat spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't thereI'm the founder of the killing season, every month I pay that fareNigga know I'm in that car most time tryna see if they out here, bitchBig bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's goToting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dopePlayboy lifestyle, I got hella hoesThen had the baddest of 'em allAnd I still ain't never choseFuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with thatTold my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with thatI'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeahHe took that blick straight out his pants and topAin't gave that boy no passI put that bitch right on his assDo she love me or do she love me not?I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XoI'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leavesMan, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy niggaNigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a niggaSince I was eighteen on, who made me?I ain't go two months without killing me a niggaLet them niggas talk that shit for InstaGod'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitchTwo books I split between two niggas, ain't get it backOfficer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to backY'all paint me like I'm made of violenceAny case on me refer to shootin' backThey can't pinpoint who I whackedBring you bitches out like back to backMake 'em come and draw the chalk, who next?I want another hat like motherfuck thatI tell my twin, "You better not motherfuckin' touch that"Every time we see you up that, bitch, you know you gettin' bust atBig bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's goToting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dopePlayboy lifestyle, I got hella hoesThen had the baddest of 'em allAnd I still ain't never choseFuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with thatTold my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with thatI'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeahHe took that blick straight out his pants and topAin't gave that boy no passI put that bitch right on his assMurder, we gon' throw the curveballGotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah(Goddamn, Bj with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah
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