[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Emperor C]
Yeah, yeah yeah
Cut that bitch off, she really ain't feel like walkin', don't even take no walks
So much hate in my [?], man fuck that shit my bro then killed himself
Shawty a freak, a bop, a treesh, a thot, she finna sell her body
Walk around with that (Shhhh)
I ain't no snitch I ain't finna tell nobody
I finna spaz out, I rip the tags out, I get the pack out (yeah, yeah)
He thought he swagged out, took my whole swag now
I'm like his dad now (Yeah!)
I got a good feelin about '24, they put my lil bitch on a set and fold
My brothers still steppin' on chemicals, I put that shit on and it's [?]
Uh, yeah. Fuck all that shit let's get em' gone
Out with my brothers (Yeah, Yeah)
That shit was set and stone
I'm wit the- (Wompnation.)
That's who they betting on

[Verse 2: BeniBachi]
And no, I don't like me them fuck n***as (Yeah)
Swear we don't get along
I like to start like I'm [?] until the mothafuckin' rush hour
I can't wait til we open and we slide wit the gang
You know I be pullin the bust out
[?]
Roll the [?] up, in the sky like it's madness
I be [?] up with chromosome, homie no [?]
I always thought you was gang, and you changed like a [?]
Shawty gon' slide with me like woah
3,2,1 let's go, let's go
They ain't fucking wit' smoke
Just like a chimney they my [?]
Set some shots out to his dome
Spin his flat, no [?]
[?] can't sell my soul
[?] caress my soul
[Verse 3: Emperor C & BeniBachi]
I'm tryna run up in that rolls

[Verse 4: Emperor C]
I fuck three girls in a row
Yeah, call it tic-tac-toe
Must be smokin' on good crack
Yeah you think i'm missin' that hoe
Finna tell you on homeboy, need to switch that smoke
Bitch I- Bitch I wish you would
Pop out with the hood
Only smokin' good
You can get yo lil bitch took

[Verse 5: BeniBachi]
He might get his lil bitch took
All these racks look like a book
Put up points, Devin Book-
[?] I can't look
Prada chains, made you look
Why is my bitch [?]
Kill that hoe 3 times, and I'mma [?]
Plan to get racks, man this shit is a [?]
[?] the geek, but [?]
I keep trying this bitch, I'm a mothafuckin' pleaser
No we not playin' around
Stealin' the swag, and the jacket, the style
I'm tryna wake up in burberry gowns
Pop a [?], we fuckin' [?]
[Chorus 1: Emperor C]
Cut that bitch off, she really ain't feel like walkin', don't even take no walks
So much hate in my [?], man fuck that shit my bro then killed himself
Shawty a freak, a bop, a treesh, a thot, she finna sell her body
Walk around with that (Shhhh) (You are now tuned in, to 9lives radio)
I ain't no snitch I ain't finna tell nobody

[Outro: emperor c]
Yeah
Yeah
24
24, woah