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

1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughin', we is down, now they at
swallow all my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for with this Glock, once we tap tap
brain on the opps watch 'em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can't back
He ain't putting in work, he a ass
Can't ride the wave, go on with your back packed
Bitch! What type of 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 bag? Dumb then be gone
Offense them straps, you gon' need D
Want beef with the You 'gon need cheese
John Cena them tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, free Theeze
If I gotta twice, I won't think at all
we won, all smoke, ain't no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, chief 'em all
Before you play in field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not
gang 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 wanna play? on 'cause we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

Who the gon' stop me?
All this ice on, who the gon' rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the gon' try me?
High of the kush, in the you can find me
I don't fuck niggas like a Nazi
Nobody else, then I God got me
turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don't want the puss, lil baby top me (give me head)
I'll set it off in this
Feel like Ross, I'm the boss in this 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, yeah I did
This street shit? Naw nigga, you don't that
Aid or a kick back, nigga been that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the right price, you can get your back
Tired of them broke I can fix that
Just bought a hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin' have you runnin', zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, I flip that
All the my brother got, he can't get back
But I got bands for him tucked he get back
All these styles a got, I'll switch it up
When you jump in these streets, ain't no up
Big .40, I'll make a give it up
And nigga for the chain, I'ma hit 'em up
Crazy when you see your day switchin' up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas up
Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as
And if it ain't about a bag, I ain't up

[Verse 3: T.O.]
First off, a nigga dick
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 insane? (Yeah bitch it's true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah it's true)
Heard I don't fuck with (Yeah bitch it's true)
Fuck what you thought, what you knew
I'm a gold diggin' nigga, a check out a bitch
pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was textin' like you with it, what you for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the
If not, I don't a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches
it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong, I'll fuck 'em up sus
Chop a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they a nigga dumb
You never see me posin' with another nigga funds
You never see me clutchin' on another 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 and I don't act civil
I smoke no kush, I don't smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I'm a motherfuckin'
All these bands hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans
Give a nigga all head 'til its dome
I been running at that bag 'til it's barely
Let a nigga hit like I'm Bonds
And I don't fuck niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was mine