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Trap jumpin' like two, three
I really can't even think right now
I want that Xan', but I ain't got
nothin' of that (Xan Walk)
Shawty said she need me and
I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it
don't make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and
many men (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And all of this money and these
motherfuckin' sticks with me
Oh (Oh), oh (Shots fall), all
these fuckin' shots with me
Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all
these niggas (Bitch ass nigga)
You know how I get down on top, yeah
Dirty ass nigga, pull up
fresher than a newborn
This shit just got compressed,
yeah, this that new bomb
Three-five, that's all
I could do for 'em
Tried to take it, take off his arm,
the first shot, that's the alarm
You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right
behind me and they all armed
I go post up in that North like,
nigga, I ain't got no worries
My momma tell me, "Fuck a
nigga," shoot that one who
come through swervin'
What she said on Instagram? He better
shoot 'til he can't shoot no more
Back then outside the TV storm, like
boy, you know you been a ho
This thug life shit'll never go, my
son be screamin', "Gang, gang"
His momma call my phone every
time she know I left a stain
Fuck these niggas and
fuck all that blame
Fuck these cars, I wan'
collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was, then
bitch, you would go do the same
Glocks out, man down, he don't
know, where we ran down
What them niggas sayin' now?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Catch you with your pants down, bitch,
you ain't gotta stand down
You know the only reason that we came
in contact for to leave a stain
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't
no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin', he
gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we
get the drop on 'em, pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we
spinnin' while the cops out
I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I'm
a junky, I don't give no fucks
Better come correctly, bitch, you paid
to slump me, I'ma put you up
Fuck a push-up, get your weight up,
I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah
Got love for different shit,
boy, you ain't on nothin',
let's count some heads
Keep it real, bro, we gotta
make sure one out the gang
If we don't go there,
then it don't happen
'Cause them niggas ain't
gon' come this way
Baton Rouge, know it's done this way
And enough for what my momma say
With that bitch up, down
and side my waist
Screamin', "Kill me, bitch,
" I missed my fade
Gotta put bird back inside that cage
When you think the gang,
I'm on the same
And I put two of them bitches
up for somethin', and
still got more in vain
I ain't forget about what
you did, my nigga
Our opps don't know about
them pictures
Nigga don't know I coulda
been and zipped him
But it's good, I respect your
call, nigga, I'ma catch 'em
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
Oh, oh all these fuckin' shots with me
Yeah, fuck these hoes, man,
fuck all these niggas
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