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Better cast the field
Ayy

Ayy, it's fuck my old bitch, left her in the ex-files
I pop out, noodle him, stick him for coming 'round
Where was you when I was down? I was lost and no one was found
Baptize him with these shells, watch him drown
I'ma, ayy, hit the set, won't need bail
I was by myself, all I want an email
I told myself it's not another weed sale
Me tell, I don't do it for the hood, we fail

Glizzy with a dick, hit the load, take a cold trip

Catch me in the VIP with a pole and a dope bitch
Pull up with a stick, he ain't know, flip his whole whip
Open up a nigga like a throw, I'm on broski
Fuck is this? Lookin' for a G, you don't pop out
Mops out, shoot a nigga right in front his moms house
If his mom bang, cool, figure what his moms 'bout
If she payin' niggas, pimp the blood out her mouth
Want a route, we go South, we gon' shoot somebody, cuz
I knew he was a sucker, if he wasn't, thought he was
Ever seen a dead nigga runnin' from his body, blood?
Love my dawg, let him shoot it 'cause I know he got him one, bitch

Fuck my old clip, lost it in the X-file
Pop up, noodle him, notice he come around
What we eating over here, where was you when Kony was down?
Baptize him with these shells, watch him drown
I'ma, ayy, hit the set, won't need bail
I was by myself, all I want an email
I told myself it's not another weed sale
Me tell, I don't do it for the hood, we fail

Now the pigs out grilling, tryna figure out the body
Ain't no winner, it be hotter than a garden of wasabi
On the team, play a slapper or we shootin' up the party
You give game to the bitch, I'm the game, I'm Atari

Black Dre on my boards so you know my shit slap
Gotta run the track while I get it out her bag
Used to be a bummy lil' nigga, ask strap
Now I'm eatin', every day she wanna tell me I'm a snack
We ain't fuckin' with anybody, it's chops for your stupid ass
Hit him on the ten or four, hit again, do the math
What's a pass? Tryna hit his body with the brass
I don't brag, only talk about a murder with the staff

Ayy, it's fuck my old bitch, left her in the ex-files
I pop out, noodle him, stick him for coming 'round
Where was you when I was down? I was lost and no one was found

Baptize him with these shells, watch him drown
I'ma, ayy, hit the set, won't need bail
I was by myself, all I want an email
I told myself it's not another weed sale
Me tell, I don't do it for the hood, we fail

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