[Intro]
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[Verse]
Nikka can't kick it with us, 'cause he don't got no stain, uh (Yuh)
Call Giela, Glock 21, he'll blow your brain (Yuh, yuh)
And I had the Glock, before I even had the fame (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
And I call Smoke, with the Glock he'll let it bang, bitch
And these nikkas rather need to watch who you hang with
And I was in the court room, when my patna sang, bitch (Yuh, yuh)
And I ain't even gon' cap, that shit hurt
Bags in, them nikka tryna' work
Bad bitch, why she tryna' flirt?
Mac-10, get you put on a shirt
Glock 40 when I post up with Vert
Broke nikka, you need a lotta' work (Yuh)
And we just rock out with the Uzi Vert (Yuh)
We might just take out the clerk (On gang)
You ain't get back like Lil Durk
I have real ass nikkas, they real
What happenеd to your Glock? It got stealed
Playin' with me, you'll gеt popped like a pill
And I'm good in the hood and I never signed a deal
Eat that plate, it could be your last meal
Nikka don't wanna die on that hill, bitch
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