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  2. You got all these social media accounts nigga
  3. Behind computers, all you do is run your mouth nigga
  4. Don't make me pull up with some shooters at your house nigga
  5. Like what’s all that shit you talking bout nigga!
  6. He tried to turn up, got my burner, block like Bobby Shmurda
  7. If I don't got it, pockets hurting, I'm a rob a person
  8. If he don't go my heat gon blow
  9. They gotta doc and nurse him
  10. Or box and hearse him
  11. I don't box, I pop my Glock and murk em
  12. And bitch I'm headed to your city
  13. Just me and Big Bro, Citi
  14. Got 30 hanging out the semi
  15. Off this mothafucka, shoot him in the fizzace
  16. And niggas said they tryna get me
  17. But bitch I'm always in the hood like I'm Kenny
  18. Man free my Uncle out the you know, every verse for you
  19. If rap don't work and work don't move it's back to murking dudes
  20. I fuck your bitch, she suck my dick don't take it personal
  21. I cock my Glock and drop his top like a convertible
  22. Can't fuck with niggas, lot of niggas fu
  23. Shout out Northside, them my dudes
  24. He think he 2pac with the juice, until he Bishop on the roof
  25. Man niggas bitches, Twitter talking, I ain't with the talking
  26. They with they bitches pillow talking, all them niggas frauding
  27. Say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that nigga walking
  28. Rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking
  29. Don't use emojis, niggas know me, you got poles then show me
  30. But niggas police, run up on me smoke em like some OG
  31. My OG told me, "Niggas phony, watch them like a rollie"
  32. I'm in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding
  33. He post a picture of a thumpa got 200 likes
  34. But when I caught him out in public was no gun in sight
  35. My shooters down to put it on em, he won't see the morning
  36. Might roll up on him, blow and if he pussy I'm a show him
  37. Straight up exposing, don't do talking, I shoot like the Office
  38. They gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder
  39. And I'm headed to your block bitch
  40. Me and my niggas on that mob shit
  41. And you know Juno on some hot shit
  42. Glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks
  43. And money cheese bought a brand new .45
  44. He had already ran through like 45, Mob

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