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[Verse 1] Yeah, they gon' hate on us Same nigga hatin' really wanna hang with us Lame nigga hatin', bitch, you wanna hang with us Blowing up my phone, I'm really just gon' hang it up When I was down bad, nigga, who was payin' for us? I would ask you for a dime, you wasn't payin' for none I used to stay safe, now I'm stayin' dangerous Use to have the toolie goin', you ain't bang for us Livin' by the gun, nigga, you can die by the gun End up paralyzed, an amputee, things and such I put the boy up in the cubicle, no angel dust His bit' gon' choke up on the dick until it strangle her She like to pose up for the camera, watch them angles Haha, she say my messages just like mangles Bitch, I need a RackAid, feel like Tracy's Manga Pop a little ecstacy, I'm a Power Ranger Dive in the pussy, Count Banger She got good pussy, can tell by her fingers I'ma take that lil' bitch out to Topanga Call me Twista, hopin' that I make you famous Hold on bae, don't you go and be a stranger [Verse 2] We in the water, you gon' tread We in the water but I'ma go swim ahead I ain't takin' no chance or no second chance But that water, she just want tread in my pants, I'm dead Like beef, I need bread She wanted to, so she continued to dance Baby, make that ass hop like a fence For two, got the Rolls spinnin' like rims Yeah, in the club with glizza If we go down here, we ain't takin' no prisoner But call out everytime a [?] You get called out if you ever try and diss us Must be on bath salts if you ever try and diss us Niggas are hoes, yeah, real deuce bigalows Pull up to your momma house, treat it like Christmas Light it up, you better think twice about dissin' us Yellow tape 'round the whole house, yeah, forensics You'll never find us, lil' nigga, yeah, for instance I'm in a different country already, that's some distance Inside my trench Burberry, nah, for real Coming for the heart every time that I kill So they catch me outside like Dr. Phil Know she got mortified, seen just how she feel Certified victim of love that was real The way she come for me, either kill or be killed We will not glorify the blood that was spilt The more that I think about the shit that I did The more that I think about the reasons why I'm here The more that they know, the more reasons I should live I'm meant to make foes, I'm meant to make friends I'm meant make these bitches make me our friends That's an awful lot of cough of syrup inside your hand [Bridge] So please, don't pretend Please don't pretend to be my friend I did it before, I won't do it again Lotta love scars and you know why I grin Want you to see the world through my lens Want you to walk a mile in these size 10's Walk through the valley of death and cleanse [Chorus] Now don't be a stranger If I go to sleep, baby, don't hang up Yeah, baby, don't hang up I'm gettin' your flight to Los Angeles She stackin' the singles like Pringles Shawty, I heard you like singers Said she just got here from Vegas [Outro] Yeah, Deadication Yeah It ain't over, It ain't over It ain't over Dig Yeah Yeah Free Stiggs, Free Scoob, Free Jugg Free the gang, free the gang Free the gang
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