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Hey, yo, suck my dick. It's not nice to see flies, nigga.

God.

God.

God.

God.

God. God.

God. God.

God.

I cannot wait till I see gay flock test, fucking O 'Brien get beat like a chop.

Like, it's A .O. Ness, niggas are oppin' and spreadin' it's passion.

Nessie told Sally, I got Becky. We got your oppin', we blitzin' them head.

Surely Dottie got pooped in his belly.

JV and Blade and Bobby got me steady.

A .B. got chops, so we'll put some in telly. JV got shot, I got left by the

deli. Get the clicker till I make it hit. Grab them tits and broke it, flick.

keep a knock and a stare on the head.

Spill through the mist on the catcher's grip.

If Brody got five, I got ten in the clip.

I bet he run if his gun don't click.

Diggin' me out, you battlin' the bitch. You a shooter, get shot. You got head in

the snitch.

We gon' burn this block like we gon' catch a cop.

Can't take my nigga, be with the top of him, press on the gun and y 'all niggas

poppin', hop on, hit the clicker till he drop, spread through the sacks on the

catches and flockin', fuck top five, I'm top, what's dottin'? Rollin' on Marky,

mixin' with the grabber, like, many niggas is shook, split the authority up

our torch, catch me in front and we show no remorse, we gon' keep clickin' that

lil' nigga gold, done all bitch, not makin' any fuck, hop with the V, we just

gotta boom, that's how Paul signed him to the law.

We on the set with them new niggas back. Couple of my opps got hit in the back.

I will never laugh. Word of my mother, I'm always on 50. I got me a pool. What

the fuck is a black?

After 4th of July, this shit can get litty. You skimmy 8 -0, she pop in the

city. I need a bristle, I'm low, niggas feel me. They little G's is running the

city. You fuck my game, get ahead of your kitty.

Hold on, and that's word of my dad. Think I'm running, I said what I said.

We got a chance, so we have to fly.

We gon' burn that block like We gon' add some shots, Josh can't fight, he get

hit with this Glock My Scotty too hotty, I'm makin' it hot Pop out two Glock,

I'm gonna drop the Glock I got a beam, she givin' a drop Hold on, they got left

at the stop Yeah, we can't, we makin' it hot Fuck all our opps, they ain't never

do shit Got the gun on my waist, that's a grip I see a op in the spot and it's

lit. Spider thought that's a op in the spliff. Melly be buggin', hoppin' out

whip. Listen, man's real keep a stick.

Me and my niggas hoppin' out them whips. Listen, Spider, I been a miss.

Me and Bojai tryin' to catch a hit. Why? Cause pussy niggas always diss.

How is they talkin'? Man's in the spliff. And your other man just got hit.

Better go and get up on that shit.

Pussy nigga, get up on that shit.

Thank you.

We'll be right back.

She got a heart for drinks and she ate me. There was some brother, boy, top of

the phone shit. Dumb niggas thought they got knuckles with nothing.

I've got to hit one spot, that's nothing.

Like dumb fat chops, I'm bluffing. We don't shoot no movie, we ain't with this

hustling. New tattoos like jeans and them skos.

Hit his head, we ain't leaving him no.

Time to take the whole gang out my back.

Don't say no, I cannot lie. Why about you tripping? Yeah, she got the strap.

about you suck your papa? Yeah, she tight. We done made that little bitch up

knocker. Ripped through the office.

That little bitch took a risk.

I be mad at these niggas till I sit.

But I'm still gonna fight her with the rips. How about the cut like you better

not trip? I pray to God every time that I sin.

Thotties on thotties and she bring her friends.

Casamigo got them in the mood.

Baby freaking gripping on the tool.

I be spendin' trippin' with a boom.

I be smokin' on a lotty, mixin' with the dummy. I don't know what I'ma choose.

Rip to the east, don't die like.

They put that boy in the hall like.

Like I rap, the niggas gotta stop.

Like I'm really hot, spill the buck.

Like dump that chop, stop bluffin'. We gon' shoot a movie, we ain't with the

tusslin'. That's like beams in them skulls. It is that we ain't leavin' them

home. We'll be right back. We'll

be

right back.

I keep calling my line, we don't front. She told me not to bitch. Ain't no

poverty, honey. What they gotta pay me? Who we put it on? It's on the pay me

law.

Cake, cake, cake. Cake, cake, cake.

Cake, cake, cake.

All these to fuck up.

Suck my fucking dick.

I need me a paddock. We'll be

right

back.

Outro Music

The fuck do you know about them? That's a lie.

Most of the time I got pluses and all.

And the way that I tell them to touch.

Don't look for a page that's 3 % plus.

When you catch a fucking old bird, don't just throw it in the room.

That's the fuck. Until 10 back at you.

Outro Music

We'll be right

back.

This bitch wanna fuck that shit, yeah. Get that popper broke now, yeah.

Get that blocker, you better not slay.

Bitty bop, I ain't even wanna let it break.

And y 'all pussy, y 'all just wanna die, you know.

Get out of this big move, bop. Get out the op, don't use the gas, stop. Bang,

I'm pushing niggas room.

You got a type of nigga with a cop, if you fuck my old thing, you get booed.

Whatever y 'all do, what I'm dropping, it's booed. This pussy nigga, we not

cool, but I can't stop G -Dick, we getting booed. The one on the ladder,

running on wood.

Cause the pussy nigga, he's cool.

Can't forget, and I'm back for the tune.

See, I be getting booed. If you fuck my old thing, you get booed. Whatever y

'all do, what I'm dropping, it's booed.

This pussy nigga, we not cool.

That's who I be.

Where they at?

I'ma just run through the back. No one but the people on his back. Yeah, okay.

Y 'all wanna dip, they drip, they drip.

They trippin', y 'all don't trip.

Cause when I get on, it's gonna be on my dick. Now,

dig, dig, dig. Go get that nigga.

Now, look what I want.

Dig, dig,

dig.

What the?

What the?

Don't get that. What the fuck? Whatever I say, I fuck real shit. Britney, B

-Shut, they all do it now. And I said, I bet I got a money ring.

Once again.

And I never got shot in my head, so give me my dick.

Don't trip.

And we's motherfuckers.

Everybody's in it.

Now, don't choke.

If I took out the gun, I bet he go die by that boat.

That nigga's broke.

And you took on the king. Every day, you gotta go.

I

love

my niggas. Everybody's shot.

And I'm sanctioned.

I said, hey, you know, I'm going to take a break.

All of my niggas in New England.

And we took out the gun. I paid you to be a freak.

And that was the thought. She wanted to suck me. I'm going to just walk at that

feet. And I said, I better rock up at the seat now.

My dick with everything You got shot in your shit. I know

where you at, where you live.

You better not care.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

And you know you ain't fuckin' no jack Yo, corner, I said, new tack Don't try

run with the people that's back I'ma fuck this shit out of cap Like, what the

fuck? Bitch, I see you sick in her ass Move, look, I move tack They're knockin'

my hand, bitch, and I go jam Oh, she a thot, I'm breakin' the mood So tell me

what you wanna do Smokin' all that Yo, T -Mac, I know you sick Yo, bitch, you

invested in piss Move, look, don't trip That's my brother, I'm pickin' up

bricks.

And I never got tired of my head, cause I'm Mitch.

So good day, niggas, got the tip, yo bitch.

And I work with a lip.

Ayo, A, got you the flip. Yo, and I fuck with some French.

Straight up the Mitch.

God, God, you better not trip. Y 'all let the fuckers see you again. And I

got shot in my head cause I miss.

So good day, niggas, I don't sit no bitch.

And I walk with a lip.

And yo, hey, I see the rip.

And I fuck with some bitch.

Straight up the midge. God, God, you better not trip.

Y 'all let the fuckers see you again.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We'll be right back.

Outro Music

We'll be right back.

Stucky Bishop at the top, bitch, I'ma pick you like you shot you. You ain't

stuck in like Kobe and Sharp.

Don't look at the alleys like you move dollars. Damn, I'm doused like grills

like lava. If I go cheaper, you'll trip off the roster.

Top of my shape, little bitch, don't holler.

Papa B don't need no collar.

You don't have to sit at work to the doctors.

I'm top five, I'm top one, shout out.

I think you'll look good, but I'm looking for more.

Niggas know what's going on.

God, God, bull.

And that's the end of it. Niggas talking, but don't be banishing.

I'm going to go with this tune of adrenaline pumping. Buddy, when we get

dunker. Cause I'm going like Denny, living like yellow.

Back on call like Carmelo. 48 bucks, you gonna hear that echo.

So don't play with the girls.

Cause I'm crazy, we running your world.

Heavy mobs, it's what they blow.

It's a problem, send them to the moon.

It's a problem, send them to the moon. It's hot nigga, me too.

I'ma up it and click when I see you. It's a difference, so listen.

Bro, they cookin' up dope in the kitchen. If a nigga act up, he gon' cook

If this oven is stuck, nigga, let me know. All my asses broke, they be

cold. Like, if you know, do you know?

Niggas be like, bro, you throw five, I throw ten. Man, fuck that shit, my

topic's fast. And the dirty shots, why you throwin' ten?

Like, these niggas never wanna spend. From the hill to the course, we get

for real.

Better move, of course, no lackin'.

Yeah,

like fuck that.

Outro Music We'll be

right

back.

Suck my fucking dick.

O -O -T.

D -D -D.

D -D -D.

D -D -D. D -D -D.

D -D

-D.

And it's late.

Opting on shit. I just spent a band on some fucking tickets. They be watching.

Face on with my bitch, bro. Two grams of my fucking spliff. Yeah.

Sorry. Let me talk to you niggas a minute.

Love. Love.

We gon' keep spending and spending.

We be in them foreigns in the window tinted. I'll be mad we winning.

Hopping out the car, skiing with them denim. Pussy nigga running, shitting

never. Pussy nigga running, shitting never.

Pussy nigga running, shitting never.

Niggas be talking a whole lot of skis. Yeah.

Y 'all know where we be.

Just drop the low and then watch who you see. Yeah.

That nigga KD. I'ma just pop out the cut like.

She tryna suck up the whole mic. Used to wear J's, now her D .O.'s on court

like. Niggas be saying that they sport like.

I told you they used to run trash.

Now all of a sudden they tough.

Niggas be bluffing, they really be rag.

Try to sell one for a buck.

Got them choppers going on the bus.

I did dirty to come. You can't be beefing you niggas and bums.

People be out of the slum.

Bitch.

Bitch, I'm a slobby state.

Like, I got to drop where he lay. Kick down his door, put the K to his face.

Like, he tired of reaches too late. Like, shots getting fired, just open and

safe. I'm a demon, I shoot while I chase.

And I shoot while I hang over gates. This turtle too bulk and this shit leave

trace. Too deep, me and ducks from the ape.

They ain't outside, take a trip to the gate.

And I'm like, where they at?

I told Dougie, move back.

Turn to the front. I'm going to blitz to the back.

Like, we like Kobe and Shaq.

He's going to call him, bro. I'll throw him back.

Like, this is how they react.

You like Brody was what?

You like Brody was that?

You ready to get back.

Like, he's going to cry for this app. Like, I ain't walking his piece like the

cop. Like, there's no way I'm going to relax.

Like, and they showed him my what?

And they showed him my lap. I keep it sick while I'm looking for tips.

Like, especially in sack.

We'll

be

right back.

He's lacking, he's losing, he's snoring. Don't make it hot when you shoot, get

up on him. I'ma hop off, sink all up on him. Before he look back, I'ma up at the

oil.