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OG Love
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NLE Choppa
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Yeah, yeah, I pray to the Lord my soul to keep, cause these b*t*h n***as after me My Glock in my lap, but the Drac' in my seat You can get smoked like some wrapper weed When these n***as see me you know they gon' speak And you know these n***as dapping me But they be the same n***as that be d**k ridin' on the internet bashing me Dolce & Gabbana, I got me some drip She say she want kids, put some on her lip I'ma bend that b*t*h over, hit hеr from the rear b*t*h, I beat up hеr guts while I bite on her ear Man a n***a was broke had to find me a crib And I'll get a n***a whacked and I won't shed a tear Real ass gangsta, real ass thug All the OG's show me love Ay, real ass shooter, I never hesitate I have a n***a askin' for the call to the heaven gates Had too much fake around I had to separate I sat at the table ain't had no food on the plate Pray to the Lord, I hope I see better days Still got some n***as that stuck up on section A Shots at the trap so I had to evacuate (Hey, hey, yeah) Rich ass n***a with a whole lotta stacks Run off on me, you get shot in your back And I keep me a gun, I never lack And I'm f**kin' this b*t*h with no strings attached And you know I'm a Crip, my n***a a slatt I'll get a n***a whacked if he turn to a rat And this sh*t is no cappin' I don't like hats b*t*h this life that I'm livin' I put it in raps Pole never fold so I had the zip-zip On the block with the gang, with the Glock on my hip Crack him on coke, but I got me a sip Got to whippin' in the kitchen I ain't even gonna slip White b*t*h want a molly, but I got Perkies Should I catch me a body? It ain't worth it Gotta clean this .30, finna get dirty Got away with murder one time, so I ain't worried Reload on your block then I let off some shots How you gon' run from me when I got a red dot? On the block in the sun, b*t*h I think I'm a rock Put this pole in his face and he gone with them shots b*t*h, you strafe when you aim, so I know you nervous These n***as they b*t*hes, they scared of the surgeon This gun on my side, so I'm never worried And b*t*h when I die put my face on the jersey All these n***a plottin' on me Just know that I keep the rocket on me Never leave the house without this burner on me That explains why the oppositions runnin' from me I play the Drac' like a guitar And my Glock got a d**k like a pornstar Real Jamaican, I hang with the rastas And I keep me a choppa for robbers Ay, picture me with this 23 Slidin' on your street, 'bout four deep Spin the block one time, two times, three times like it was a repeat
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