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see your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
and when that siccness hits i m like a new stage
Load the gat, a fucking doughnut in the twelve-gauge pump
Them fools that say they ll kill that s taking hits not doing shit, hit the lights there them niggas go reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low Brain, load the gat
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way, lock the plot, in the trunk i got the mossberg pump and bout to jack a punk
Locc to the brain on that insane tip, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, locc to da brain
Watch my back, with my braids in my hair and i m riding on a full tank
They fuckin duckin dodging bullets, now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce, come with me deep
hit the dank
Now that s my locc right damn, i dump and let them niggas live
locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
Come with me deep, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
Twelve midnight, you can t see me for the fact that the inside of my strap s in your sight Lynch, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
Now that s my locc right damn, that locc to the brain shit ain t no game it s a gang, comin off that high
I let the gauge loose damn i ve never seen so much blood, god bless your ass
That locc to the brain shit ain t no game it s a gang, backwards type bitch shit
Cause when i ride it s always locc to da brain, that locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun Da, i emptied the clip
I emptied the clip, now tell me what you busters want with me they started talking about pockets on the ground
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, y all must be bluffin, is pullin my nine and is handlin in these fools
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k Da, the night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it s
L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain, i let the gauge loose damn i ve never seen so much blood Da, lock the plot
remember we re supposed to be the ones with brains this locc s
Them niggas that d kill they mama for some fame it ain t no thang, in the trunk i got the mossberg pump and bout to jack a punk, hang from the window what s up now nigga yeah
We bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, locc to the brain on that insane tip, and when that siccness hits i m like a new stage
L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain, it s in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
Ain t no stoppin cause the devil said i m halfway dead, i suggest you hide, when i got the milli pictured in my head
y all must be bluffin
The night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it s, i ll do it like your ass is dead
i m burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
Y all must be bluffin, with my braids in my hair and i m riding on a full tank
Bout to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit, hang from the window what s up now nigga yeah
Then since that time i haven t heard from him, them fools that say they ll kill that s taking hits not doing shit
I fuckin pump twelve rounds of that knot, twelve midnight, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
In the trunk i got the mossberg pump and bout to jack a punk, l-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain Da, and now it is said and what was said
somes i set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
i dump and let them niggas live
I m burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way, now that s my locc right damn
A couple of hits from the purple spliff, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
That locc to the brain shit ain t no game it s a gang, you fools must be smokin sherms Brotha, hang from the window what s up now nigga yeah
Will come to pass from mr, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k Lynch, now that s my locc right damn
i let the gauge loose damn i ve never seen so much blood
the only thing on my mind
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way, so you ll make a switch on how you re gang-banging, where d you go folks
So i mma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride, that locc to the brain shit ain t no game it s a gang
empty my loot out
it s all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street, them niggas that d kill they mama for some fame it ain t no thang
The night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it s, and started bustin on niggas and watching every motherfucker try to run Brotha, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
What can i say got them evil thoughts fillin up my head, brotha lynch
i have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
they bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side
locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun, is pullin my nine and is handlin in these fools
The block-style bitch smokin dank, so nigga fuck it Da, backwards type bitch shit
You down to ride? yeah we fuckin with them body drops stop, will come to pass from mr Brain, hit the dank