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[Intro] Brrt Ayy, ayy (Sour K on the beat) Ayy, ayy, lil' Soldier on the beat (Come on) Gang, gang, ayy, I caught him lackin’ with that heat [Verse] Ain't none of you niggas me, and I ain't none of you All my niggas throwin’ threes, and we the shit, talk it too Nigga what the fuck you need? Who the fuck you talkin' to? All these niggas out here green, 'til it's time to get the blues She givin' brain like my teach', but she never tell the truth I don't practice, I just preach, niggas know I got the juice I just clap it, poppin' beans, droppin’ Xannies in my juice We was snappin’ in these streets before we ever hit the booth, come on Ain't no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute, come on Ain’t no SuWoo, leave him bleedin', noodle soup I just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool Man, lil' shawty dropped the woo, pussy lookin' like a pool Go to bustin’ out that MAC, I'll pull up on a fool We was hustling dimebags before they thought that shit was cool Mama would put it on my ass, cause I never followed rules, uh Ain't no rap cat, don't get whacked tryna be cool, uh I say, my gang, my way Any place, Sour K bring the K I don't throw shade, hit the club, make it rain This ain't Burger King, you can't have it your way I'm from Hell-ray, bring that pressure where you stay Got a TEC, don't get blatt, by the motherfuckin' gang I'm ask Triple X what you motherfuckin' slang I done turned up to your ex, 'cause she tryna be my bae Now she slidin' Cadillac with her fuckin' seat back Uh, uh, this a foreign, put your fuckin' feet back All these niggas out here boring, give my fuckin' beat back I done pulled up on that boy, where the fuck his heat at? Hit your street, I'm a demon, shawty tryna steal my semen Where was you when I was creepin'? I'm too hot, might be a fever Niggas sweet, like Justin Bieber, baby eat, ain't you an eater? It ain't right unless I beat her, fuck your stripes, this ain't Adidas How I strike like Derek Jeter, crackers fuck you for Anita Soldier slidin' like a beetle, bring that fire, just like FILA Got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, Beanie Sigel, come on Talkin' Desert Eagle, walk like God, but thinkin' evil Bust a shot and we get equal Bend your block, that's a sequel 'Cause we bendin' it and again, and again, and again I had just told my mama I don't really need no friends Promise God I'ma come up, he forgive me for my sins, gang [Outro] Gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang It's lil' Soldier on the beat, c'mon It's lil' Soldier with that heat (Down, brrt)
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