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Uh (Damn, Drako, you made this?) Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain't did nothin' to us Don't be mad at me, be mad at your bitch 'cause she the one let me fuck, glah And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain't done to us Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch 'cause we do, every one of us Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died Get back for your homie, stop callin' my phone with your lil' police ass Opps done called my phone like twenty-some times screamin', I know he mad Fresh up out the fеds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah Shout out blood 'nem, wе still doin' swaps Shout out foenem on the East Side, my opps they opps, they know we locked One of my opps knew to kill hisself 'cause if he didn't, we was hittin' his top Nigga play with my bro, big folks in jail, 'fore he came home, we already spinned they block Hit the opps' block, tell 'em pop out, they keep ridin' 'round Y'all get hot cars, don't even slide on us, broke bitch, stop drivin' 'round Postin' all them straight-eights on IG, she a straight, I'm firin' it down Spin, spin, we ain't waitin' 'til shit start dyin' down, glah, glah Pop up out that cut, he ain't see it comin', peek-a-boo I'm into with my cousin, nigga, it'll be easy gettin' into it with you He keep sayin' niggas know how I'm comin', no the fuck I don't, man, who is dude? You knew me before this rap shit, splat shit way before YouTube, glah You gave your bitch your heart, I gave my bitch a Glock She know her nigga is one of them niggas and I smoke the opps We know ain't no killer without no killer, forever fuck the opps SongtexteEvery time Osama land in one of these cities, take me to the block Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain't did nothin' to us Don't be mad at me, be mad at your bitch 'cause she the one let me fuck, glah And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain't done to us Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch 'cause we do, every one of us Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died Get back for your homie, stop callin' my phone with your lil' police ass Opps done called my phone like twenty-some times screamin', I know he mad Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah On foenem Aus Songtexte Mania