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i can tell that you a bitch
Ready to ride, body is left on the click of the gun
My soul resurrected the devil just bought, still repping the 5 9, die for the realest
Toting that glock, plotting up ways so i can get paid, a clique full of savages just out on the run
Where we riding the buckets, still repping the 5 9
Die for the realest, lord of the phonk
Know that you scared i see you be spying, foot to snow
And move through the night time, wielding the blade and scorching the fire
Slapped on my hood and i show you what s up, all of my killers just stand on the sideline
See you respecting my devilish ways, moving in just round a pound through the pipeline
you fuck with the wrong one i know you the opp
i lurk through the fog and i speak it in tounges
I will not be stopped, slapped on my hood and i show you what s up
and roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by
All of my shooters are ready for hire, die for the realest
under the bridges
All of my shooters are ready for hire, wielding the blade and scorching the fire Ramirez, all of my shooters are ready for hire
Wielding the blade and scorching the fire, moving in just round a pound through the pipeline Ramirez, i can tell that you a bitch
Where they ll be hung, and roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by
All of my killers just stand on the sideline, my soul resurrected the devil just bought
Slapped on my hood and i show you what s up, think i m a bitch, i can tell that you a bitch
The pussy boy s don t get no love, all of my shooters are ready for hire, die for the realest
And roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by, bitch i let it rain blood
Moving in just round a pound through the pipeline, all of my shooters are ready for hire Remains, blazing the marks so close to my side
i can tell that you a bitch
Know that you scared i see you be spying, bodies will drop
i can tell that you a bitch
a clique full of savages just out on the run
Under the bridges, body is left on the click of the gun
Messing my way through the flock, embodied by evil and toting the gun
Singing the song that somebody cried, and i know you that a fucking stain hoe, toting that glock
Die for the realest, just check out my timeline
And move through the night time, know that you scared i see you be spying Fog, where they ll be hung
I lurk through the fog and i speak it in tounges, moving in just round a pound through the pipeline
My soul resurrected the devil just bought, singing the song that somebody cried
fucking around and i take out your lifeline
All of my killers just stand on the sideline, plotting up ways so i can get paid
Under the bridges, and i know you that a fucking stain hoe Remains, moving in just round a pound through the pipeline
A clique full of savages just out on the run, all of my killers just stand on the sideline
Just check out my timeline, lord of the phonk, i can tell that you a bitch
Die for the realest, and roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by, and move through the night time
Foot to snow, messing my way through the flock
Walking the water like i m the messiah, the pussy boy s don t get no love
ready to ride
Slapped on my hood and i show you what s up, i can tell that you a bitch Remains, i will not be stopped
Die for the realest, all of my shooters are ready for hire, we out on the west side
And roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by, you fuck with the wrong one i know you the opp, lord of the phonk
We out on the west side, walking the water like i m the messiah
A clique full of savages just out on the run, where they ll be hung
i will not be stopped
blazing the marks so close to my side
Under the bridges, moving in just round a pound through the pipeline, the pussy boy s don t get no love
Fucking around and i take out your lifeline, slapped on my hood and i show you what s up, think i m a bitch
And roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by, i will not be stopped, we out on the west side
you fuck with the wrong one i know you the opp
the pussy boy s don t get no love