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Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold Kuki made the beat Elevate, this mix sounds mad Attention, attention I heard the 7 wants attention Opps get turnt to Benson Hedges No, I ain't lyin', of course, we're tryin' We rise up 9's and Smith & Wessons Press 'em, press 'em swing nanks with tekkers Four got packed, we ain't felt no tension Ding-dong died on a glide, that's pain Buck through the opp block, got caught in the rain Show us the waigon, waist, and higher I'll grip that fire, I'll make it blaze Fans wanna know who's there that day Throw up a 6, that's all I can say Bro's in the hood, dishin' packs of flake Turn Culp cocaine, every batch is grave Whip that, whip-whip that Lil A got a .9 and he rid that Ab-Abdi faced life and he snitched that Now, I got trust issues, that's big facts We roll with waps and blades on the mains Get 'round any day, any place, any way Get me a car, a peddle, or ridgeback I'll rinse that, rinse that, rinse that Attention, attention I heard the 7 wants attention Opps get turnt to Benson Hedges No, I ain't lyin', of course, we're tryin' We rise up 9's and Smith & Wessons Press 'em, press 'em swing nanks with tekkers Four got packed, we ain't felt no tension Attention, attention I heard the 7 wants attention Opps get turnt to Benson Hedges No, I ain't lyin', of course, we're tryin' We rise up 9's and Smith & Wessons Press 'em, press 'em swing nanks with tekkers Four got packed, we ain't felt no tension I was 16, TeeWizz called me Worksy 'Cah my blade come filthy dirty We throw Lixs up and we hold beefs down You can go ask the opps, we're certi This lil' hoe want a piece of Worksy, but she way too filthy, dirty Swing it to them man and swing it to them man 'Cah all of them man, they're way too thirsty Give me the drop and I'll be there certi Back by 10 if we leave 9:30 That's two rambo blades inserted Ching and put 'em six feet where the dirt be Fully charged up like a rassclaat batch I don't sip alchy, I pop no perkies Name me a opp that shot or stabbed me, battered me Silence, exactly How many opps critical condition? I plugged bare opps way before my Plugged In Step on the hill, Jack-Jack and Jill Watch all of our nanks get danked, no bluffin' Beef is real, they know how it feels It was me that wet man's bro and cousin Stainless steel, but his heart's unsealed Try chinged him, left man hope and strugglin' "Get well soon", had them throwback postin' I was waitin', when's the flatline comin'? "Get well soon", had them throwback postin' I was waitin', when's the flatline comin'? If I ching that and I'm with ChingDat Give it a second and my broski's cheffin' Gang shot and chinged bare man And we packed off, but we left no evidence Attention, attention I heard the 7 wants attention Opps get turnt to Benson Hedges No, I ain't lyin', of course, we're tryin' We rise up 9's and Smith & Wessons Press 'em, press 'em swing nanks with tekkers Four got packed, we ain't felt no tension Attention, attention I heard the 7 wants attention Opps get turnt to Benson Hedges No, I ain't lyin', of course we're trying We rise up 9's and Smith & Wessons Press 'em, press 'em swing nanks with tekkers Four got packed, we ain't felt no tension Attention, attention I heard the 7 wants attention Opps get turnt to Benson Hedges No, I ain't lyin', of course, we're tryin' We rise up 9's and Smith & Wessons
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