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I'm
I'm

Aye

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

strapped, got a big number one supersized Big Mac
3-57 in the 57
Made you fucking sloppy
I be Asap, lay you down face flat
Man the last of the real, stackin the
I talkin bout no lipstick when that Mac in your grill
Last of a dying breed, I fire these
Hundred rounds, nigga speaking Guyanese
Got a clip and a chopper full of flower
hanging all choppers where your momma sleep
We the coke boys, nigga you ain't heard

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

Okay now like I'm pussy
Killas fuck up night
20 goons in kitchen
Why you skyping your
here the stash? In the safe
It ain't no you twice
My trigger finger be itching, that bitch be switching why?
I'm like the of the real
Well I own the of a pill
Jumping off bucket for real
30 niggas crip with the steel
You don't them problems, you don't want that drama
But I'd watch your mouth, you must be
You don't know of your momma, then it's how with
Black on black, feeling I knew Obama
Can I do no to your coupes
Is why miss Madonna
the loyal to your honor
Money and power, I talk that yet again

My gun speed you of way
We the last of the
Pull it must feel
of the real
My gun speaker out of verse
We the last of the
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 home without the
Stop my real vest
The last of the
The one with the and the whores
Boy fat pussy, finding on the floor
Blood clot, real to the
They don't us no more

We the last of the
Pull count it feel
of the real
My gun you of that way
My gun you of that way
Ra pa pa pam you out of that way

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