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I'm
I'm

Aye

We the last of the
Pull count it must
of the real
My gun speaker out of that
The of the real
count it must feel
Last of the
My gun out of that verse

Stay strapped, got a big one supersized Big Mac
3-57 in the 57
you fucking niggas sloppy
I be Rocky Asap, lay you face flat
Man the of the real, stackin the mills
I ain't talkin bout no lipstick when that Mac in your
Last of a dying breed, when I these
Hundred rounds, nigga stop Guyanese
Got a clip and a chopper full of seeds
Niggas hanging all where your momma sleep
We the best coke boys, nigga you ain't

My gun you of that way
We the last of the
Pull count it feel
Last of the
My gun out of that verse
We the last of the
Pull it must feel
of the real
My gun speaker out of verse

now play like I'm pussy
Killas fuck up night
20 goons in your
Why you your wife?
Like the stash? In the safe
It ain't no you twice
My trigger finger be itching, that bitch be them why?
I'm like the of the real
I own the half of a pill
Jumping off that bucket for
30 niggas ain't crip with the
You don't want them problems, you don't want that
But I'd watch your mouth, you must be
You don't know of your momma, then how with marbles
Black on black, like I knew Obama
Can I do no commerce to coupes
Is why this miss
Motherfuck the loyal to your
and power, I talk that shit yet again

My gun speed you of way
We the last of the
count it must feel
Last of the
My gun speaker out of that
We the of the real
Pull count it must
of the real
My gun out of that verse

Last of the real, blue
We the best, we the
Me and Montana, never leave my without the banner
Stop my real vest
The last of the
The one with the and the whores
Boy fat pussy, finding on the floor
Blood clot, to the floor
They don't us no more

We the last of the
Pull it must feel
Last of the
My gun speed you of way
My gun speed you of way
Ra pa pa pam speed you out of way

We the of the real
Pull it must feel
of the real
My gun out of that verse
We the last of the
Pull count it feel
Last of the
My gun out of that verse