[Dimzy]
He said that it's ammi
That's not ammi
That pack there come hard ash
4 4's mad, 4 4 spins, that shit sounds like a car crash
On the main road with 20 mile [?] had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
My young niggas drill like Itch and Sizz 10 toes on the drive with a bruck back
[LD]
And we're pullin' up anywhere
Lettin' off corn from everywhere
You ain't gang then you can't make a penny here
New racks new guns that's every year
And we're pullin' up anywhere
Lettin' off corn from everywhere
You ain't gang then you can't make a penny here
New racks new guns that's every year
[Dimzy]
He said that it's ammi
That's not ammi
That pack there come hard ash
4 4's mad, 4 4 spins, that shit sounds like a car crash
Jump out gang, we pulled up like where's all the opps where they fryin at?
Corn got slapped, niggas try run but theres feds on the endz tryna grab man
I'm tryna do music I'm tryna do bootings I'm tryna break down these 2 packs
From kway back, man had poles push back to the bricks man boot that
Now we pull up in trucks, 3 liter dingers with spinners and we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust so I trust these things and stuff
Fuck a drive by mans defo pullin up
Jump out like yo what's up?
Then I go smoke a 3 5 to the lung, smoke in my lungs and smoke in my gun
He said that it's ammi
That's not ammi
That pack there come hard ash
4 4's mad, 4 4 spins, that shit sounds like a car crash
On the main road with 20 mile [?] had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
My young niggas drill like Itch and Sizz 10 toes on the drive with a bruck back
[LD]
And we're pullin' up anywhere
Lettin' off corn from everywhere
You ain't gang then you can't make a penny here
New racks new guns that's every year
And we're pullin' up anywhere
Lettin' off corn from everywhere
You ain't gang then you can't make a penny here
New racks new guns that's every year
[Dimzy]
He said that it's ammi
That's not ammi
That pack there come hard ash
4 4's mad, 4 4 spins, that shit sounds like a car crash
Jump out gang, we pulled up like where's all the opps where they fryin at?
Corn got slapped, niggas try run but theres feds on the endz tryna grab man
I'm tryna do music I'm tryna do bootings I'm tryna break down these 2 packs
From kway back, man had poles push back to the bricks man boot that
Now we pull up in trucks, 3 liter dingers with spinners and we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust so I trust these things and stuff
Fuck a drive by mans defo pullin up
Jump out like yo what's up?
Then I go smoke a 3 5 to the lung, smoke in my lungs and smoke in my gun
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