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[Tay600]
Let a n***a try me, try me
Bullets wet him up like a damn tsunami
And if you disrespect we gon' catch a body
Police wrap'em up like a fuckin' mummy
And I can't conversate, if you ain't talkin money
Yeah I may be young, but I'm not a dummy
And bitch im LA gang, yeah that be the posse
Comin' at em wrong they gonna catch a hommie
And I be low key, I ain't with the drama
But if he want smoke, I'll get the llama
I got a lot of shooters like I'm Osama
I got these n***as mad, I fuck they baby momma
Im drinking dirty sprite, so you know I'm leanin'
She seen me, she was thirsty, I think she fiendin'
Them bullets they be hot, yeah them bitches steamin'
Free my lil bro Mac, that lil boy a demon
I came from doing robberies to ridin' rarris
They mad i'm at the top and they ass can't stop me
They say they like my style, so they wanna copy
But I just keep on flexing like its a hobby
A lot of shit went wrong when they took my brother
Cuz shorty at his own, he was like no other
They told me he ain't make it, I damn near lost it
That's why i gotta get rich on some BOSS SHIT
And I be throwing bullets, get on yo moss shit
I beat it, eat her pussy
That bitch from halsted
Everybody got a line and you better not cross it
Cause if you ever do you gonna get a coffin
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