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Joe...what are you doing What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughin', we is down, now laughed at
swallow all my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for revenge this Glock, once we tap tap
brain on the opps watch 'em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he have back
He putting in work, he a half ass
Can't ride the wave, go on home with your packed
Bitch! type of shit is you on?
Yeah, your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be
Ain't tryna chase a Dumb bitch then be gone
with them straps, you gon' need D
Want with the gang? You 'gon need cheese
Cena with them tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free
If I gotta think twice, I won't at all
we won, all smoke, ain't no peace at all
Treat the ops a blunt, I'll chief 'em all
Before you play in field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You know DaBoii, he a you can not tame him
a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, who rock cradle
All the on us, but we not cable
Stand through it all, but we not tables
Niggas play? Game on 'cause we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

Who the fuck stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck rob me?
All these with me, who the fuck gon' try me?
High of the kush, in the you can find me
I fuck with niggas like a Nazi
Nobody else, I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a to a zombie
And I don't the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I'll set it off in bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I'm the boss in bitch
for a band, don't get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did
Hit the lot, couple bands, I did that
This shit? Naw nigga, you don't live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the right price, you can get bitch back
Tired of them broke I can fix that
Just bought a Glock hit the plug, where sticks at?
Get to have you niggas runnin', zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, I flip that
All the time my brother got, he get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get
All these styles a nigga got, switch it up
When you in these streets, ain't no givin' up
Big .40, I'll a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, hit 'em up
Crazy you see your day ones switchin' up
when you see the opp niggas clickin' up
Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You niggas as fuck
And if it ain't about a bag, I pickin' up

3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga
Pole for an opp coming, suck a clip
Clip so long, that it's off my hip
If I taken, I'd take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah it's true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah it's true)
Heard I don't with you? (Yeah bitch it's true)
what you thought, fuck what you knew
I'm a gold diggin' nigga, a check out a bitch
I'll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the
You was textin' like you with it, what you for?
Let me hit it the back, break the headboard
If not, I give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong, fuck 'em up sus
Chop a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they a nigga dumb
You will never see me posin' another nigga funds
You will never see me clutchin' on nigga gun
I'm a soldier, I don't got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver, I ride no Civic
I'm a wild ass nigga and I don't act
I don't smoke no kush, I smoke no skittles
to them racks, I'm a motherfuckin' thief
All these bands still hangin' out my jeans
a nigga all head 'til its barely dome
I been running at that bag 'til barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I'm Bonds
And I don't with niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but I'll a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely