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Lil Neil on the track, so you know the beat retar—Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?Gimme a jokeWhat you on, bro? (Doin' shit, back when I was doin' this shit) , hahAyy, it's YoungBoy (I ain't on shit)You already know me, alright, I ain't on shit, niggaI'm on that same shit, gang shitMurder gang, big boolin' shit (Boolin')Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')Don't tell me to go fuck with itNigga, if you don't want do this shitTell me how you won't do this shitFN, Glock, MAC-10sComin' at me on no foolish shit (Bitch)Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay down)Niggas steady chokin' from the gun smoke (Pop-pop)These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow (Pop-pop)Pull up, choppers at your throat (Pop) , knockin' at your doorI roll like ahks, we gon' have some problems (Yeah)Pussy nigga, who wan' do it with the dada? YeahWhack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap)Or at your mammy, whatever you wan' call her (Ahh, bitch)I'ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)Move wrong, I'ma shoot this bitch (Ha)Say somethin', I ain't goin' back on nothin' (Nah)Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it)Long cutter with the coolin' kitHold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass)Kill 'em all, I don't know who to get (Buck)Lay 'em down, and that stupid bitchNo Uno, I got Herm on guardWildin' out with these murder cardsSlime nigga, that's Blood gang (Slime)Ridin' 'round with that murder squad (Squad)Who said they gon' kill AI?Fuck nigga, they don't know YoungBoyBroke niggas gon' see these cars (Gon' see these cars)Pullin' up, hoppin' out with rodsMurder gang, we just boolin' shitSmokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')Don't tell me to go fuck with itNigga, if you don't want do this shit (Yeah)Tell me how you won't do this shit (Baow)FN, Glock, MAC-10sComin' at me on no foolish shitPullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay down)Niggas steady chokin' from the gun smokeThese niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blowPull up, choppers at your throat, knockin' at your doorHah (What you on, bro?) Yeah, huh (We gon' let it blow)You know what it is, 4K Trey, Northside 38 (Choppers at your throat)Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?Ol' bitch-ass nigga, slimeBlood gang, big boolin' shit, yeah, hahSmokin' dope on some coolin' shitYeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy
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