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Crash Dummy
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Quin NFN
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Hold on, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow (Cio) Gang, baow, baow, baow, baow, ayy Hold on, ayy, ayy, hold on, gang Hold on, hold on I swear to god I ain't ever had luck Feeling like 'Pac how we hitting niggas up And we in the four with them sticks in the truck Talking about beef, and he blitzin' or what? Chanel on my sneaks, is he crippin' or what? She say she like when I grip on her butt Play with her, she gon' die, we be tripping for nothing Bust down the Rollie, a two tone She a thot, I'ma pop with my shoes on It be feeling so right when I do wrong Niggas sleeping on Quin, tell them, "Snooze on" I been trapping too hard got a new phone 'Cause I ain't got time for the feds, nigga Nigga play with that gang, he a dead nigga Have him holding his heart like the pledge, nigga Send a whole lot of shots, we gon' slide like a Visa Riding foreign with my bitch, we both got us a Bimmer And these niggas flock, tryna cop my demeanor Try to run in the trap and get ran like fajitas We got a whole lot of shots, Tequila Playing with a whole lot of racks, Serena She know I'm rich, she pick up when I need her Rocking Dior, but the Prada look cleaner I been on guala since I was a toddler Refuse to step out unless I'm rocking designer She wanna fuck cause she know I'm a problem I came out the four and I'm strapped with the chopper Teed up, we tryna shoot at niggas' mamas We gon' take a four if you start up that drama Came from the block, I was deep with my partners Now we in LA tryna eat on some pasta We upping the shots, he gon' need him a doctor Tvo throwing G's with some G's on his collar I'm tired of the ratchets I need me a rider Got a whole lot of cheese, need the whole enchilada He made a diss but ain't go with his morgue Heard he dropped the bag, come and get it approved Cause he want some beef, it's gon' end on the news I be rolling up Runtz to go land on the moon I'm gone, hold on, hold on I swear to god I ain't ever had luck Feeling like 'Pac how we hitting niggas up And we in the four with them sticks in the truck Talking about beef, and he blitzin' or what? Chanel on my sneaks, is he crippin' or what? She say she like when I grip on her butt Play with her, she gon' die, we be tripping for nothing Bust down the Rollie, a two tone She a thot, I'ma pop with my shoes on It be feeling so right when I do wrong Niggas sleeping on Quin, tell them, "Snooze on" I been trapping too hard got a new phone 'Cause I ain't got time for the feds, nigga Nigga play with that gang, he a dead nigga Have him holding his heart like the pledge, nigga Damn Hold on, hold on, oh Riding around town Playing around with us Talking about nothing, another one down Fucking around with us, you get shot, popped I'm Chris Brown Nigga play around, we gon' hunt him down I'm in the four, tryna, hold on
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