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[Intro: TJaySki]
([?])
(I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A)
6ix block, [?] gang shit
[?] gang, [?] gang, free 40, nigga, stay smart
(A made this beat)
You know that, if you [?] (Don't run, don't run, don't run)
Rah, glah, gang, gang
Don't run, don't run, don't run, don't run
Come here (Bitch), come here, where you goin'? (Don't run, don't run)
[Chorus: Chuckyy]
Boy, I know you in real life
You act like you slidin' on IG, but we know you not (Bitch-ass nigga)
How the fuck you make money? Been sittin' on your low for some days, your ass ain't even come out and slide
Gen5 knocked his ass out his socks
I know that I say that a lot because that shit happen a lot (Brrt)
Catch a nigga out of bounds, put his ass in a pot (Rrah)
Stupid-ass wasn't even watchin' them cars
Boy, I'm known for spinnin' them blocks
Bouncin' out, niggas scream, "Chuckyy, no," nigga know he got
Put the ARP to his top, give me all that shit, boy, I put shit on the spot
C-h-u-c-k-y, behind that name, I'll die 'bout it (Dumbass)
Spin a block, tryna make a nigga feel like flames (Brrt)
Somebody mama finna go cry 'bout it
I still rock out on the six block, but sometimes I hang out with my nine blockers
[Intro: TJaySki]
([?])
(I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A)
6ix block, [?] gang shit
[?] gang, [?] gang, free 40, nigga, stay smart
(A made this beat)
You know that, if you [?] (Don't run, don't run, don't run)
Rah, glah, gang, gang
Don't run, don't run, don't run, don't run
Come here (Bitch), come here, where you goin'? (Don't run, don't run)
[Chorus: Chuckyy]
Boy, I know you in real life
You act like you slidin' on IG, but we know you not (Bitch-ass nigga)
How the fuck you make money? Been sittin' on your low for some days, your ass ain't even come out and slide
Gen5 knocked his ass out his socks
I know that I say that a lot because that shit happen a lot (Brrt)
Catch a nigga out of bounds, put his ass in a pot (Rrah)
Stupid-ass wasn't even watchin' them cars
Boy, I'm known for spinnin' them blocks
Bouncin' out, niggas scream, "Chuckyy, no," nigga know he got
Put the ARP to his top, give me all that shit, boy, I put shit on the spot
C-h-u-c-k-y, behind that name, I'll die 'bout it (Dumbass)
Spin a block, tryna make a nigga feel like flames (Brrt)
Somebody mama finna go cry 'bout it
I still rock out on the six block, but sometimes I hang out with my nine blockers
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