coast vlorich

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[Verse 1]
Why these niggas wanna beef bro, they so dumb, nigga
Man, these niggas just so lame, I can't get up with 'em
One call, call my dog, tell 'em, "Go, go, get 'em"
Playin' with the gang, don't make me fuckin' send 'em
Playin' with the gang, don't make me go, go, get 'em
Playin' with the gang, don't make me fuckin' send 'em
Playin' with the gang, don't make me go, go, get 'em
Keep on playin' with my gang, we finna fuckin' end ya
Keep on playin' with me boy, I bet you won't
I got vibes, they out in Germany, I buy them Saint Laurent
And my pockets getting fat as hell, call 'em sixcondones
And his bih', she tryna hit me up, leave it at the tone (Eugh)

[Chorus]
Think the Xan tryna tell me some
Big ah Glock with a drum up on it
Too ahead, got like no opponents
Tryna clone, boy, I'm knowin' somethin'
Bad bih' out the coast
I got sticks, boy, don't get close
I just fuck then I go ghost
Two white hoes, they know the code
Two white hoes, they on my dick, for real
I fell in love with the Rick, for real
These niggas really ain't shit, for real
I ain't signin' 'til I get me a mill'

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