HotBoiiz:4L EBK Young Joc

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Bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow
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[Verse]
She know she love me, I'm beatin' her back in
Bro called said he getting them racks in
We won't come in we can't get the strap in
Freaky bitch she tryna give me a lap dance
I might let her, we keep Glocks and berrettas
Brodie said he shootin whoever
Ain't no [?] under my sweater
And I promise you that I won't let up
We got motion so tell them to catch up
If I up it then I'm tryna stretch somethin'
Better pray you don't be the next one
Cause I'm comin for you and ya partner
Shit I might just go back to my rastas
Call me dumb then I might have to pop him
We gon' pull up with uh and just drop him
Fuck the suckas, we don't fuck wit no oppa
Every nigga wit me clutchin' the choppa
Bro gon' get him, no I told him I got 'im
Drop skee bitch I hang wit dem goblins
Its a problem then we gon' come solve it
I get sturdy keep [?] in joggers
This a thirty no goddamn revolver
Thats yo bitch, shit I might just call her
Up in bands nigga I am not jawsin'
Get straight to it oh we don't do no talkin'
We outside you on internet bloggin'
Put me in coach he ain't no baller
Twenty-one yeah that digit the block
Was tryna spin you was thinkin' we hot
Without a pole we was still on the block
The OGs they ain't give us a wock
Hari member we was duckin' from cops
But now look got us all at the top
From deuce deuces now we all got a Glock
I told you everybody gon' have a watch