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SET IT OFF
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Doe Boy
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(What's happening, Chi Chi?) (FOREVEROLLING) Rubberband Money Gang, n***a We don't got no limit We gon' take that sh*t n***a, f**k you talking 'bout n***a F**k, it's up And n***as hoes Beezy told me set it off, you already know Got my Glock in, I'll let it off, you already know Ain't gon' let nobody play with me, y'all n***as hoes If you talking street sh*t on the net, y'all n***as told Pop up in your city, hit the club rocking all rolls I like putting a lot of ice on 'cause my heart cold And G Herbo keep that heat on, but my heart cold Stomach full but I'll eat y'all, 'cause my heart cold Tried to keep it a secret, why you tell the world we beefing? Told 'em everything but forget to tell 'em the real rеason What's-his-name killed your man, yeah, you know hе a real demon Stood over, I'm still squeezing, demon, glizzy still preaching though That's just how we talk to n***as, we don't give no speeches Is you really gon' shoot it, I don't give a f**k if you keep it, ho Blicky got a beam and scope, up on the opps, but who keeping score? Bullets hit his body, his insides look like pizza rolls No bap, we gon' get him gone, we just need his lo' Hit my OG on the phone, tell him bring my pole Did a hit, I ain't talking song, they don't even know Lil' bro act like Shang Tsung say he want his soul I was trapping, both my parents home, I just wanted clothes Burner tried to pay me for a verse but I just wanted bows If a n***a living what he rapping 'bout, I'm one of those Pull a trigger, hit his face, his family want his coffin closed His family want his coffin closed Old n***a sneak dissing, how the f**k you dissing and wearing my clothes Mwah, come here baby, share my hoes but I won't share my pole Ricky Owens on, you better not step on my toes Said he outside, but he ain't been seen lately She said she for me, nah, you for the team, baby Feel like I'm getting washed up, ain't made a n***a bleed lately His lil' brother wanna play hardball, get dead like G, baby (Oh really) I'm with the sh*ts, play, you gon' learn Me and Herb arguing who gon' kill 'em, hold on Swerve, wait your turn Damn, drunk-a** b*t*h, let me shoot the n***a in his face, f**k him You a ho, huh F**k it then, let's over-do 'em, we could both do 'em It don't count unless you run up on 'em, get up close to 'em I'm that n***a, I'm a boss now, got too much influence I could easily have my cousins do 'em, have my brother do 'em When I was in traffic, it was cracking then, it was a bunch of shooters You ain't gang gang, you couldn't hang with us, we was like f**k recruiting When that rain came, here to maintain, and I changed lanes, let my chains hang Went through real pain, let some flames flame, you a pu**y boy, we ain't the same thing On foe'nem, uh, we ain't like y'all, we don't like y'all Yeah, on foe'nem, keep playing, pu**y Swerve, big Swerve Oh really, big oh really
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