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(Skeeo, you crazy)4KTreyWe put guns to the faceAin't nobody safe, who gon' die today?It's a murder businessFour, fourUh, uh, four, huh, four, four, uh, uh, fourFuck it up, fuck it up, fourUh, uh, fuck it up, fuck it up, it's Top, niggaHad to tell lil' mama: Bag it upCome here, drop that ass on meWe got sticks inside this fuckin' truckYou play, they whack your ass for freeBro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugsDog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty loveFrom the streets to the cellblockhe got red dot, hollows hotIt get steep, play with pale stuff till my arm lockI scrape the potGangster bitch tryna hold me downShe see I frown and wonder whySurveillance sit outside my homeTryna take me down, I'm duckin' copsI'm a thug nigga, fuck you, bitch, I got gravediggersRun with me, I'll bust you, you bitchFuck the campus, I'm at school with that stickYou gon' get bluesed, you get hitBreak all the rules, get 'em fixedCutthroat, ain't complyin' with shitMama, kill these pussy niggasthat's dissin, now, you know I gottaI'm tryna shoot the hoesthat's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problemI'm gon' pop somethinI run with sticks, they all be goblinsI be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got oneHad to tell lil' mama: Bag it upCome here, drop that ass on meStacks inside my pants, I got 'em neatI come up from the streetsHold on, stop this bitch, I bag 'em upShoot first, now come run up on meI leave out red, I bang that greenDon't diss out peace, best keep your heatFrom the streets to the cellblockhe got red dot, hollows hotIt get steep, play with pale stufftill my arm lock, I scrape the potGangster bitch tryna hold me downShe see I frown and wonder whySurveillance sit outside my homeTryna take me down, I'm duckin' copsGet the drop, we pop an oppLoad up, send my brothers outWe kept plenty sticks at papa houseBefore you know, they roll me outThey posted up, we spun aroundLil' bro, let my window downThis K come out, we spray aroundFall, can't shoot back, we leave you foundTop ain't known to fuck around, 4Tre 38 made meOn lock up, guards gon' slam me downThese bitches ain't gon' slave meOn phones, watch what you say to meCome face to me, they might raid meCan't leave trace when we sling heatStill probably at the crib with a. 223Mama, kill these pussy niggasthat's dissin, now, you know I gottaI'm tryna shoot the hoesthat's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problemI'm gon' pop somethinI run with sticks, they all be goblinsI be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got oneHad to tell lil' mama: Bag it upCome here, drop that ass on meWe got sticks inside this fuckin' truckYou play, they whack your ass for freeBro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugsDog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love(Skeeo, you crazy)
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