Dripping with crips and the whole gang is sliding with glocks a hundred thousand shots inside of the choppy shop I said I sent my gang to cash out on all of the new and improved stock in that is in the shop, I'm 7 foot tall the opps are looking up to me... (yeah) I started this shit the money and the fame we went from the drugs to the guns but now I know we've reached the point where I'm stepping up to the ring, spot an opp steady ping them then forcefully flame on the opps on the set, lill baddy she twitching off shrooms I'm a vet, if I see baby g money I'm catching him on the train next to departments the Feds... talk on my name but we hot so we still splurge make a mess choppa out I bet all of em fled we did a drill on a dirtbike i bet the industry want me dead so if I throw up a ten up while I'm in front upwards and comfortable I'm rolling steep in misty fog with 60 shots I'm drawing names in fluid cold weather like what's the word them niggas tripping I had to think they not on that time of measure time is a bomb that's why I'm moving super tact my gang and me we never cap, you ask why I'm off the beans so I fry, free all the shooters we gone recreate they tees I'm thinking about adding some new mug shots and putting their whole state on the white tee, their whole gang flee well your going to have no choice we have to walk them down (rundown) we are kicking opps to the curve when they're plotting to fled a course but me and my gang we on timing and no proper part on my watch says that it's time to rejoice,
I spend too much time taking drugs and chasing checks I plow through heat eleven rides I love to slide my shirt is smelling extra clean that's bobby Valentino, I'm counting cheese, a pack of hoopers well I bet they couldn't have tried out for the sweepers team my bro like why you texted me for a song when you know clear and true that you a snitch,
The hills have eyes I fear no evil a fake ass gangsta I can't wait till we meet you im stunting in class I'm up your in preludes clapping your hands but no one will greet you, a pack full of drums they march but don't stay grand I'm really out here building guap up (prada) as I really make bands cassette tape on the deck a top spotter sliding on the set if you throw up a o don't play we put his ass right to rest, pop it with jacuzzi Don tulio poppy julio I think I said enough it's a tribute on to (foolio) r I p, I'm building stairs up In my spare time just so we can climb to our couches crack the code then sip it all night, trapping and the rapping flipping, I would have given it all up well that's if I were not supposed to find success but look we up now protect the slimiest (brrr7),
spend too much time taking drugs and chasing checks I plow through heat eleven rides I love to slide my shirt is smelling extra clean that's bobby Valentino, I'm counting cheese, a pack of hoopers well I bet they couldn't have tried out for the sweepers team my bro like why you texted me for a song (the set)
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