lil boy but these bullets hard
let me catch you slippin' on the Boulevard
You still at the dollar store using foodstamp cards
you sweet as a cup cake and thats on god
next time i see you you supah' dead
squad run up in your house like we the feds ar15 shots to the head
nigga Uu dead
word on the street ima white boy
30 clip on my hip ion fight boy
get right ima come out in the nigh boy
u wanna talk about a check ima pull up in the vet ima grip on the tec with the henny on deck
yo girl give me neck no type of respect
say u got guns ain seen nun yet
ain seen nun yet
loui my belt gonna hold up the strap
stay with the money it come from the trapl
fuck with my team we gone aim at ya cap
all of my niggas u know that we rap
fuck with me have ya ass runnin a lap
we is not cool so dont ask for no dap
we have no chill take ya ass off the map
OFF OF THA MAP!

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