[Intro]
This shit off the top, man
(Hey, CR)
Like every other track, yeah
Yeah (Huh?)
(Free my dawgs)
[Chorus]
Yeah, D Boy
We makin' money, we coming where you stay
My brodie just freed, back in the drug game
Make money, can't catch us in your state
I'm a cold heart savage, yeah, nigga, I ain't having it
All on the block in the finest shit
Them youngins, they crazy, can't manage 'em (For real)
Don't start it if you cannot handle it (Nah)
And we them youngins who make shooting a habit, yeah
SouthWay (Grrt)
Wrap that boy up, we love gunplay (We love gunplay)
Posted, we post up by front gate
Hop out, seventeen straps, on front page
Niggas, they bitch, call 9-11
One shot gon' send 'em to heaven (For real)
Stuck in my mind, wake up to kill
Was hungry, I needed a mil' (Needed mills)
This shit off the top, man
(Hey, CR)
Like every other track, yeah
Yeah (Huh?)
(Free my dawgs)
[Chorus]
Yeah, D Boy
We makin' money, we coming where you stay
My brodie just freed, back in the drug game
Make money, can't catch us in your state
I'm a cold heart savage, yeah, nigga, I ain't having it
All on the block in the finest shit
Them youngins, they crazy, can't manage 'em (For real)
Don't start it if you cannot handle it (Nah)
And we them youngins who make shooting a habit, yeah
SouthWay (Grrt)
Wrap that boy up, we love gunplay (We love gunplay)
Posted, we post up by front gate
Hop out, seventeen straps, on front page
Niggas, they bitch, call 9-11
One shot gon' send 'em to heaven (For real)
Stuck in my mind, wake up to kill
Was hungry, I needed a mil' (Needed mills)
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