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Smoking, thrax in LA on a yacht Mixing [?] I don't care what you got Call up giela we might shoot a opp We get money we don't care about no thot Thirteen I was selling that rock Fourteen now, they asked me to drop Let me hold you let me keep you on lock (let me hold you) XD on me, guarantee it's gonna pop Four or five shots yeah, his body, gonna drop Just like 2K yeah, his a** gonna flop I ain't talkin' [?] somebody go get the mop Yeah, spilled too much lean I might die off the wock President in the trap I feel like Barack We put him up in the sky like a box No Lil Uzi, this Glock finna pop He ain't go to the doctor yeah, his heartbeat stopped Heard boom boom now, he can't see the [?] talking he got put in the box Step a n***a like Lil Freddy and Jason Goddam I don't know why they hating Smoking, gas, and she say I look Asian yeah, Kato drive-by we gon spin at that car Leave him, blind aiming straight for his eyes Kicking stuff, I'm in LA with my guys On [?] tryna see what to buy Yeah, talk on my brother it's a homicide I tell your b*t*h come and hope in the ride Talk on the dead but he [?] Two shots to the face how the f**k he ain't die? n***a 30 bands, in my pants Walk in that b*t*h with the Glock in my hand Tryna [?] these hands I'm in the trenches and my money dance Feel like Kobe leave a n***a deceased Kill off xans cause a young geeked Your b*t*h see me, and she turn to a freak One on one you could never be me, Gang Lil b*t*h (Let me hold you)
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