
Take Em Out Black Smurf
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Wait
Swerve hit the gas
Switch the lane (vroom)
Wait
Searching for the cash
Where's its at (ooh)
{Gah
Damn}
Jewels on your neck give me that too
{Hustle
Wait}
Laying in the grass nigga that's you
Move to the cash nigga that's who
Hustle
Fam Ain't
No gang nigga that's crew
Hustle God Burn his ass like a tattoo
Couple bands take em out
If I have to
Have to got prescription in my yack Too
Bout my racks too that's yo bitch she on my jack too
I'm in this black coupe suited up look like a black troop
I'd double back too 2 223s in this backpack too
I feel like big Gucc
Smoking fat inside my bitch coupe Ay
East memphis nigga with a Heart like a Igloo
You talking pistol but want spark nor want sizzle
Bitch
The fuck you mean I take em out with a whistle
I have you holding on your chest like it tickle
He throwing bullets playing monkey in the middle
But
Not the type to miss
Like bey blade I let it rip ya
Yea
It's hustle God the one and only take a picture
(Pussy)
Wait
Swerve hit the gas
Switch the lane (vroom)
Wait
Searching for the cash Where's its at (ooh)
{Gah
Damn}
Jewels on your neck give me that too
{Hustle
Wait}
Laying in the grass nigga that's you
Move to the cash nigga that's who
Hustle
Fam
Ain't no gang nigga that's crew
Hustle God Burn his ass like a tattoo
Couple bands take em out If I have to
(I swear
Ta god)
Swerve hit the gas
Switch the lane (vroom)
Wait
Searching for the cash
Where's its at (ooh)
{Gah
Damn}
Jewels on your neck give me that too
{Hustle
Wait}
Laying in the grass nigga that's you
Move to the cash nigga that's who
Hustle
Fam Ain't
No gang nigga that's crew
Hustle God Burn his ass like a tattoo
Couple bands take em out
If I have to
Have to got prescription in my yack Too
Bout my racks too that's yo bitch she on my jack too
I'm in this black coupe suited up look like a black troop
I'd double back too 2 223s in this backpack too
I feel like big Gucc
Smoking fat inside my bitch coupe Ay
East memphis nigga with a Heart like a Igloo
You talking pistol but want spark nor want sizzle
Bitch
The fuck you mean I take em out with a whistle
I have you holding on your chest like it tickle
He throwing bullets playing monkey in the middle
But
Not the type to miss
Like bey blade I let it rip ya
Yea
It's hustle God the one and only take a picture
(Pussy)
Wait
Swerve hit the gas
Switch the lane (vroom)
Wait
Searching for the cash Where's its at (ooh)
{Gah
Damn}
Jewels on your neck give me that too
{Hustle
Wait}
Laying in the grass nigga that's you
Move to the cash nigga that's who
Hustle
Fam
Ain't no gang nigga that's crew
Hustle God Burn his ass like a tattoo
Couple bands take em out If I have to
(I swear
Ta god)
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