Young Lan on the track

Hey Friz whats up bro
Real street n***a shit, rich shootas

:hunnid bands for a kilo n***a!

Who is he ?!
Now I got that bag these bitches know me now
My shootas kill for free
Once i put them on you boy you next to done

I got several traps I invest in them
Free my n***a
He was on the run but they arrested him

All my n***as shoot for fun we gon switch the guns
I got hoes that give me funds
They go do some runs
When i caught my first one I was very young
I got that smoke that burst your lungs send you to the sun

Never thought that Id be rich like damn I really did it tho
Put your trust inside a bitch
Some shit you just dont give a hoe
Ima touchdown with the bricks
Serve you quick give and go
I send a bitch you get exposed
We spent that shit we made a roll
Hop out with them dirty sticks
36 yea thats a birdy stick
Extend my clip that bitch will curve and shit
I could go wrist

Keep my n***as with me and them boys down for a murder
Finger triggy itching make a move I up the burner

I dropped out of school just went to streets thats where i learnt stuff
I got in that water could of dropped out turnt into a surfer
I became the plug you look like you still a worker
You say they did you bad? Bitch ! we gon do you worster

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Who is He !
Now i got that bag these bitches know me now
My shootas kill for free!
Once I pit them on you boy you next to done
I got several traps i invest in them
Free my n***a he was on the run but they arrested him

All my n***as shoot for fun they gon switch the guns
I got hoes that give me funds
Then go and do some runs
When I caught my first one I was very young
I got that smoke that burst your lungs send you to the sun
VSFriz-

Serving n***as with the pistol in the streets can't trust a sole
Same n***as say they love you tell ya business to these hoes

Pussy made 100,000 but he spent it on some clothes
Bitch im grinding for a purpose taking chances cause its worth it
Spent 100 on my wrist ain't set the time but it look perfect
Flipping work got me working

Sell a half for 20 bands for a brick thats 36!
Killas trail me in that van and they all got 30 sticks
Learnt alot runt through these streets
Never run or squash from beeef
Won't let them trick me out my life
Got killas watchin me shoot dice
Before i ask the circle twice never in or in the trap
Got the money out the streets
Then I put into rap

Friz !

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Q da Fool

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Who is He !
Now i got that bag these bitches know me now
My shootas kill for free!
Once I pit them on you boy you next to done
I got several traps i invest in them
Free my n***a he was on the run but they arrested him
All my n***as shoot for fun they gon switch the guns
I got hoes that give me funds
Then go and do some runs
When I caught my first one I was very young
I got that smoke that burst your lungs send you to the sun