[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
I can't ever let you treat me like a ho nigga
That's a hundred racks up to my head, I ain't no broke nigga
Green light, on go nigga
Shoot you with no mask on
Shooters on the roof, I know they get they Steve Nash on
Bitch Imma smash on
Crash on
Call up bro and pass on
A ho, I cannot spend my last on
Nigga Imma blast on
[?] mag on
I heard a nigga rappin [?] on
Your money ain't long, that shit too short
We smoke some niggas on your block, like a [?]
Your bitch ait getting payed, well you need another Resource
Them 223 bullits seperate you like a divorce

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I get off that drank, and get to acting different
Pull up shooting at them niggas, specially if they snitching
I ain't talk to nobody, can't leave no wittness
I done left a bunch of bodies, [?]
Hit him up, he need a casket, don't need no stitches
Scuba Steve Master P, I don't see no limits
I might walk a nigga down with a handgun
Used to take thousand dollar hits off my Samsung
I will see a opp [?] up top [?]Lame ass bitch shouldn't have drove up my block
I just bought seven sticks, I'm sick of everybody
And I got a new 45 for the close range
Gotta cop a [?], for the whole day
[?] Scuba OJ
Bussin down brick after brick of that [?]
Hoodrich, Scuba, BlocBoy, ain't for no games
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