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Rock the
the beat

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

up, all the homies bang
Round up all the locs, high as the sky
Smash and mash your body, just day
Real high until pistols ain't reached for the sky
This quarter pound of bomb, a quarter of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs never gonna change
So fuck you from

Semi-automatic shotgun blast a
When I then, then unload the clip
Not giving a is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we hallows
And I'm to launch off the hallow heads nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure right after I the forty-four

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a feel older
And another from a sweet lick to a cheap trick
All a get 'cause it get rich

flight to the top, first class
Miss Lady got a ass, fast as you want to be
Lady just me, I'm a southwest G
Team with

Straight a fuck, I will make a tick know what's up
up, finish up when I bust a nut
I'm in your guts screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

Mack-a-jack the checkered flag
all bad, make me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

We the killings, don't be playin' the plots
around here, you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking run the block
Pop, pop one of homies drop

I y'all niggas never come around here
'Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no
Ain't nobody hard whether the day to
Like the fourth of when the candles spark

Always knew what I to see
And having paper, have next to G's
Ain't nothing but killers hanging me
any nigga who steppin' left to me

So soon we'll your shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch
Never thought it happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas can't fuck this

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get their on
To get their drink on, to get their on