DYING IN XXTYLE PT. 2 Luci4

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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, uh, uh, uh
Uh, don't need to fucking hush, shit is bad
They my sons, but I'm not these niggas dad
Nigga's a fan, postin' sauce, throwin' jabs
Niggas keep tryna be funny, I ain't laugh
Niggas keep trying get to me, I ain't mad (I ain't mad)
When they stay up on my dick, niggas fags
Finna load up this account, get a bag (I'm gettin' paid)
Finna run up in yo' house, I need that

[Verse 1]
Niggas fuckin' bitch made
Nigga you a bitch, mane
Police killed my homie, oh, R.I.P the wrong mane
Law little bitch, man, we get money quick mane
Caressing your bitch man, shawty on my dick, man
Nigga peep my wristgame, ayy, niggas not on shit, mane, uh
That shit is a damn shame, niggas fuckin' down, man
I'on play no damn games, niggas know my damn name
Tryna play the blame game, I'ma up it's way, ayy

[Chorus]
Uh, don't need to fucking hush, shit is bad
They my sons, but I'm not these niggas dad
Nigga's a fan, postin' sauce, throwin' jabs
Niggas keep tryna be funny, I ain't laugh
Niggas keep trying get to me, I ain't mad (I ain't mad)
When they stay up on my dick, niggas fags
Finna load up this account, get a bag (I'm gettin' paid)
Finna run up in yo' house, I need that

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