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Riding my AR with me. (What)
Thuggin in the with slimmy. (ughh)
on the block with my Tre pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips you'll get down. (Bow Bow)
Riding with my AR me. (AR)
in the jungle with slimmy, (wooh)
Posted on the with my Tre Pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my you'll get layed down. (R.I.P.)
da Kid:
Posted on the block my FN, (What)
Fully loaded 20 shots my best friend. (Bow Bow)
Its Mr. now Im reloaded. (ughh)
Im a man of my word, mother quote it. (Kidd)
with my AR front seat. (bow)
Bring to your block Wooh da mob deep.(Mob)
Gang ridin packed thats the line up. (Mob)
Disrespect my squad that will get you up. (ughh)

Riding my AR with me. (What)
Thuggin in the with slimmy. (ughh)
on the block with my Tre pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips get layed down. (Bow Bow)
with my AR with me. (AR)
Thuggin in the with slimmy, (wooh)
Posted on the block my Tre Pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips you'll get down. (R.I.P.)
Ar
dot five six millimeter,
Five in the whip, killa speakers,
trey pound chips, wife beater,
Slimmy with me know he got them heaters,
For one i bust the tool if a nigga up,
Duck body parts thats a sleeper,
Thuggin like its nothin tell that speak up,
say the way bent, sim tell em keep up,

Riding with my AR me. (What)
Thuggin in the with slimmy. (ughh)
Posted on the block my Tre pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips get layed down. (Bow Bow)
Riding my AR with me. (AR)
in the jungle with slimmy, (wooh)
Posted on the with my Tre Pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips get layed down. (R.I.P.)

Bang bang rat-a-tata watch the scatta,
Niggas me off, i got a bad bladder,
bitch ima monster, make run and scream,
I gotta AR-15, I it in my jeans,
We got grew up off of and danger,
That chopper got me feelin a power ranger, its danger.
Dont argue with these im pullin out takin aim,
You standin close enough bitch im you with the flames.

Riding with my AR me. (What)
in the jungle with slimmy. (ughh)
Posted on the with my Tre pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips get layed down. (Bow Bow)
Riding my AR with me. (AR)
Thuggin in the with slimmy, (wooh)
Posted on the with my Tre Pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my chips you'll get down. (R.I.P.)
Tre
Its Tre and ima, sun of a gun,
Got to earth a nigga like third rock from the sun,
now we keep yo bitch on like a gun jammed,,
say i got a flow like im possesed, son of sam,
we playin fastball, you underhand,
And if you aint talkin bout money we dont understand,
say pound snitchin not.. cant be, the only D.A. i talk to is dead anthony.

Riding with my AR me. (What)
in the jungle with slimmy. (ughh)
Posted on the with my Tre pound. (Trey pound)
with my chips you'll get layed down. (Bow Bow)
Riding my AR with me. (AR)
Thuggin in the with slimmy, (wooh)
Posted on the block my Tre Pound. (Trey pound)
with my chips you'll get layed down. (R.I.P.)
Ru:
You faggots aint i can bring you to the jungle,
You niggas is soft you ready for this rumble,
I can it crumble you aint ready for this pressure,
BSM n Fetti i leave em on a strecher,
My AR and everything,
Tre Pound he let it ring,
You can let it gunsound, hit em with flocka flame,
These bitches is dumb found, but give alot-a brain,
So tht make it good, they just grip alot-a grain. RIP.

Riding my AR with me. (What)
Thuggin in the jungle slimmy. (ughh)
Posted on the block my Tre pound. (Trey pound)
Playin my chips you'll get layed down. (Bow Bow)
with my AR with me. (AR)
Thuggin in the jungle slimmy, (wooh)
on the block with my Tre Pound. (Trey pound)
Playin with my you'll get layed down. (R.I.P.)

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