OPPS CLEAR OUT .223Jerm (Ft. 83HADES & Lil Darkie)

[Intro]
Play this record-
This is a certified hood classic

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
Bitch, I'm flexed up, see me with my pipe (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)
Got my goonies with the yoppa and a snipe (Boom-boom)
Real trap shit
Take yo chains and yo watch and yo Nikes (Gimme that)
Bitch, I'm flexed up, see me with the pipe (Graa)
Bitch, I'm flexed up, even at the store (Like what the fuck?)
Got a choppa, that's my toolie, grippin' poles (Boom-boom)
But that bitch, gave me neck, 'till she choke (what the fuck?)
All my niggas, shootin' bullets like we bloks (Like what the fuck?)
I just squat a plug, took his work (I took his pack)
I just ran up on the field, on his turf (On his turf)
R.I.P memo lizzie on her shirt (On her shirt)
I put that nigga's ashes right in my purp (In my purp)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
I told that bitch to stop, huh
Fuck all yo friends, they too rich to pop, off!
Please step to me, I could knock your top, off!
Niggas show no love, I know why you talk
Soft ass nigga
Light fell on the gas, nigga
Fuck keeping my friends
All that shit is in the past, nigga
Oh, you want some now, huh
Why you never ask, whether
I was doing good or needed help inside this bad weather
Act like you're my friend
Or I'll assume you just gon' use me for my talent
In the end those niggas always end up losing you in balance
I ain't putting in no time, don't hit me just to talk
So don't be asking for a dime when my wrist is rocked
(You don't even hit my line, nigga the fuck?)