BROLY500!
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[Intro]
Bang

[Verse 1: Dkoolpharaoh]
Yeah
Go-go-go-goofy n***a think he safe but home boy we gon run 'em
Smoke his paps no [?] we gon lay them like they nothin'
Chicken pastboy [?]
Please don't top, we run your thoughts, you runnin' now we bussin
Choppa [?] they think we play percussion (play percussion)
Double they thoughts
Tootin' 'em Glocks
[?] it on socks
We gettin' robbed
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[Verse 2: BROLY500!]
Ayy
Stomp a n***a out, bitch I'm lazy, my feet hurt
Air Max on my feet like [?], no angle
My clip on delete, no redo no rework
Oh my god, it's safe here! A-ha, just kidding
All my n***as stay with that tool, farmers only
Keep that blow torch on a n***a fuck around I lob 'em
I don't fuck with shady n***a, leave them alone
Like a tree we can't [?] it, tell your it "bullet home"
Sorry no sorry like bitch I'm never fuckin' lackin'
The way that my game be stakin' you best believe you packin'
Up that clip on Sunday, then my sun down, we gon racks it
Really wanna fuck me but that Gucci prolly burnin'
I'ma switch up on you n***as very [?] equasions
Really not that equal you a creator, I'm a player
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