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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 they at
Bitch 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 ain't putting in work, he a ass
ride the wave, go on home with your back packed
Bitch! type of shit is you on?
Yeah, that's your but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be
Ain't tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch be gone
Offense them straps, you gon' need D
Want beef with the gang? You need cheese
Cena with 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, I'll '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
a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole full of demons, we are not angels
visit with the chop, that's who rock cradle
All the on us, but we not cable
Stand through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

Who the gon' stop me?
All ice on, who the fuck gon' rob me?
All shooters with me, who the fuck gon' try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can me
I don't with niggas like a Nazi
Nobody else, then I God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a
And I don't want the puss, lil baby top me (give me head)
I'll set it off in bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I'm the boss in bitch
Smack for a band, don't get in this bitch
you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph 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 that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the right price, you can get your back
of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock hit the plug, them sticks at?
Get to bustin' have you niggas runnin', (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can't get
But I got bands for him when he get back
All these styles a nigga got, switch it up
When you jump in streets, ain't no givin' up
Big .40, I'll a nigga give it up
And reach for the chain, I'ma hit 'em up
Crazy you see your day ones switchin' up
Crazy when you see the opp clickin' up
Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You sick as fuck
And if it ain't a bag, I ain't pickin' up

3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga
Clip so long, that poking off my hip
If I wasn't taken, I'd take a nigga
Am I really insane? (Yeah it's true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah it's true)
Heard I don't fuck you? (Yeah bitch it's true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck 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' you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, the headboard
If not, I give a fuck
I got in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, gettin' at me wrong, I'll fuck 'em up sus
Chop with a drum, fuckin' up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they a nigga dumb
You will never see me posin' with another funds
You will never see me clutchin' on nigga gun
Bitch I'm a soldier, I got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver, I don't ride no
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 thief
All bands still hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans
Give a nigga all head 'til its barely
I been running at that bag it's 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 tote a
And if you take my bitch she was barely mine