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It's beef? Then we slidin' with .30's and .50's We slimin' and servin' the city SethInTheKitchen It's beef? Then we slidin' with .30's and .50's We slimin' and servin' the city Bro went to Cali in love with the ticket They think it was rappin', they go in to visit My n***as be blastin' and blowin' them sh*ts Ride 'til we die, we gon' smoke 'til we finished Send smoke, let's go, we gon' blow at his fitted Pull up fast like, "I hope that I hit him" Uh, I just got me a fitted Ain't no scratchin', I push up, I get to hittin' Give me a push up, Stunna be sh*t We got n***as shook up, these n***as b*t*hes She get on her knees, look up I lay back, put a foot up You ain't on sh*t, n***a, shut up N***a play and we tearin' the club up I'm in my green, lawnmower The pounds got cheat 'cause I know a grower These n***as b*t*hes, I dare n***as show up He can get shot in the face tryna blow up Ayy, f**k from the back and I pull on her hair I'm in the club and I stand on a chair I'm drippin, woo, Ric Flair I broke that b*t*h hard and I don't even care Pop me a Perky, I'm high as a b*t*h Don't f**k with the gang, we might pay your rent This n***a mad 'cause his b*t*h on my d**k I'm laughin' 'cause this n***a broke as sh*t I'm in the chop, I just bust down a zip I came from nothin', I used to sell mid I know you mad, you work night shift Two-tone Glock with the light switch Drop a diss and you dyin' at night, b*t*h I send a hit like I'm sendin' a kite, b*t*h Off the top, Stunna don't write sh*t I beat that thot like we got in a fight, b*t*h Ride that d**k like a bike, uh I hit that ho and dip right quick And, no, we ain't doin' no fight, put him up like a flight, we got chicken like Tyson's These n***as bite like Tyson Knock 'em all down, strike 'em Pull up in a sprinter like ISIS Booty soft like a pillow, I like it Uh, these n***as rats Can't beef with 'em, I might get a Dykon Pack touchdown, spike it I'm call the shots like Mike Vick Knew I would make it, psychic I'm doin' shows all year and my opps invited 'Cause my blick is my sidekick N***a get smoked if he try it Pills, pounds, and the pints in Ayy, my n***as lit like lightning We move around like ISIS The opps said that we frightening I'm in the field like a linebacker For sure you get killed if the slime's at you He savin' his bullets, throw mines at you The kid, the crip, or my nine-packer? Stunna up now, I'ma sign after And they gotta come with them M's Or we might just go take the label off 'Cause I'm tryin' come in that Benz The tag still white, they took the paper off That b*t*h better come with her friends Or we might just go take the neighbors off I'm not gon' tell you again My other b*t*h callin', I might take the call I know he p*ssed 'cause he still work night shift JoJo gon' pick up the tag if the price list I swear I'ma take off the plug if the price switch' It's beef? Then we slidin' with .30's and .50's We slimin' and servin' the city Bro went to Cali in love with the ticket They think it was rappin', they go in to visit My n***as be blastin' and blowin' them sh*ts Ride 'til we die, we gon' smoke 'til we finished Send smoke, let's go, we gon' blow at his fitted Pull up fast like, "I hope that I hit him" Uh, I just got me a fitted Ain't no scratchin', I push up, I get to hittin' Give me a push up, Stunna be sh*t We got n***as shook up, these n***as b*t*hes She get on her knees, look up I lay back, put a foot up You ain't on sh*t, n***a, shut up N***a play and we tearin' the club up
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