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...Wait, he got hit in his brain
Nigga Notti got poked in a train, he got poked (Notti)
Like, what the fuck? These niggas got me hot (They got me hot)
Who the fuck from the 5? Y'all shot
John Glo got hit in his top
And we 5th to the Sev, so we ride 'round block
Have a bad bitch line up a opp and it's mission complete his body drop
Knockers on knockers, bitch, we got alot
And they know what the Flockas do up on they block
When I catch Sha Gz, I'ma do him like Beans (Like, what?)
Two to his head and like one to his [?]
AJ died in the V, that's mean
Big knock, [?] beam all green
On the opps, we donе made mad scenes
Wе done had niggas runnin', duckin' out up V's
Die 4, catch a Vato, we gon' do 'em green
We gon' show 'em how [?]
Poppa, Notti, Lotti, Dummy
All of them niggas got poked in they tummy
I be laughin', shit too funny
Better get you a knock 'cause this shit gettin' ugly
What the [?] clutchin'? (Like, what?)
We gon' show 'em who really be buggin'
Big knocks in the V, let's spin through Douglass
Head tap, give [?] a concussion
Man, I swear I'm the face of this shit (I am)
This my year, yeah, I'm takin' this shit
If it get lit, then I'm takin' that risk
He was dissin' my block, now it's his in a spliff
It's a whole lotta shots at they strip (Like, what?)
Why the fuck [?] claimin' the 5th?
Go, Rayy, leave his brains on the strip
On the 8 with my chop', I'm just prayin' they slip, like (Ah)
...Wait, he got hit in his brain
Nigga Notti got poked in a train, he got poked (Notti)
Like, what the fuck? These niggas got me hot (They got me hot)
Who the fuck from the 5? Y'all shot
John Glo got hit in his top
And we 5th to the Sev, so we ride 'round block
Have a bad bitch line up a opp and it's mission complete his body drop
Knockers on knockers, bitch, we got alot
And they know what the Flockas do up on they block
When I catch Sha Gz, I'ma do him like Beans (Like, what?)
Two to his head and like one to his [?]
AJ died in the V, that's mean
Big knock, [?] beam all green
On the opps, we donе made mad scenes
Wе done had niggas runnin', duckin' out up V's
Die 4, catch a Vato, we gon' do 'em green
We gon' show 'em how [?]
Poppa, Notti, Lotti, Dummy
All of them niggas got poked in they tummy
I be laughin', shit too funny
Better get you a knock 'cause this shit gettin' ugly
What the [?] clutchin'? (Like, what?)
We gon' show 'em who really be buggin'
Big knocks in the V, let's spin through Douglass
Head tap, give [?] a concussion
Man, I swear I'm the face of this shit (I am)
This my year, yeah, I'm takin' this shit
If it get lit, then I'm takin' that risk
He was dissin' my block, now it's his in a spliff
It's a whole lotta shots at they strip (Like, what?)
Why the fuck [?] claimin' the 5th?
Go, Rayy, leave his brains on the strip
On the 8 with my chop', I'm just prayin' they slip, like (Ah)
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