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Joe...what are you doing here? What are you doing here? are you doing 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
Stitch brain on the opps 'em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can't have
He ain't in work, he a half ass
Can't ride the wave, go on home your back packed
Bitch! What type of is you on?
Yeah, that's your but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, I sip it be strong
Ain't tryna chase a Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon' D
Want beef with the gang? You 'gon need
Cena with them tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, a case, nigga free Theeze
If I think twice, I won't think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, chief 'em all
Before you in that field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You know DaBoii, he a you can not tame him
Take a on this neck, you are not able
gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit the chop, that's who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not
tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna Game on 'cause we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

Who the fuck 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 clouds you can me
I don't with niggas like a Nazi
Nobody else, I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a
And I want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I'll set it off in this
like Rick Ross, I'm the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don't get in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, I did that
This street shit? Naw nigga, you don't live
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to have you niggas runnin', zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I that
All the time my brother got, he get back
But I got for him tucked when he get back
All these styles a nigga got, I'll it up
When you jump in these streets, ain't no 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
Crazy you see the opp niggas clickin' up
on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it about a bag, I ain't pickin' up

[Verse 3: T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga
Pole for an opp coming, a nigga clip
so long, that it's poking off my hip
If I taken, I'd take a nigga bitch
Am I really (Yeah bitch it's true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah it's true)
Heard I don't fuck with you? (Yeah it's true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck 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, the headboard
If not, I don't give a
I got in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong, I'll fuck 'em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook up my lungs
Cops for the Glock, 'cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posin' with another nigga
You will see me clutchin' on another nigga gun
Bitch I'm a soldier, I 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
Give a all head 'til its barely dome
I been running at that bag it's barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I'm Barry
And I don't fuck niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but tote a nine
And if you ever my bitch she was barely mine