[Intro: Victoria Justice & Elizabeth Gilles]
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Okay, maybe you should—
Wait, are we fr—, we're not even friends
Well, yeah, but if you help me, maybe I'll like you
So if I help you, I get a—

[Verse]
I'm tryna take n***a head off, huh
I'm tryna get n***a dead gone
I'm tryna get n***a dead gone
Lil' propblood don't give a fuck
Kill his ass, say it's prop blood
Say he my opp, he want me to slide
Me gon' meet the Glock, he gon' meet bro
Bruh, what? He gon' meet his bro
He gon' meet his dead ass homie on the block, n***a
You ain't leavin' that lil' block
You ain't leavin' that lil' block
You ain't leavin' that lil' block
These n***as supposed to fight
I'm finna go pour it up, huh
Pourin' up with lil' yen, huh
He don't look away from the double cup in his hand, yeah
I'm smokin' up gas, I smoke 'bout a pound
I'm smokin' but I don't pop Xans, yeah
[Outro]
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