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Nigga's say they want that
Agoff in, strapped up
niggers back up
Bullets back up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a fucking man
Guns came from
We came Pakistan
Giving niggers bag
Treat nigga's like
We all sitting up inches
And I shit on eight
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
gave a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With fucking hating stuff
Fuck

But I'm a lip
Twenty's
Got my on my mind
I'm out of
So fly
Need some land to give

Agoff Is the fucking man in
Never gave a fuck the next man
I'm the best man
I'm the hit man
Leaning on
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,
See I
Got a A
Get my all day
Whip my TAZ
Ain't no freak
Rhymes for two time
That's may
Weed on the
Still just to eat
Fuck me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some get murdered
Get murder more
It's real shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm as shit
Pull you eyes
Out your
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
Smoke some
that row
Bitches want to fuck some
She off that
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T records in the club
And we not up to fight
Just a bitch
out
Niggers out here mad
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet it's
Have a
Bitch ass
Can't get
Cause his fucking stink
He's on where hoes at
where the drones at
You ain't bitch
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a bitch
We going to smoke weed nigger
We don't up rich
new
Feeling
new
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,
new
Killer
new

Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new
Hoe that new
New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
Suck on his dick
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah it's a clipping
Blood, and raw moves
young Jesus
Niggers know where's
Add X on the front
Bitch Tisa
Yeah slide you
Yeah I'm ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of Foreman
a grill good a meal
Yeah we be
I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele
Till your bitch
She in
To my
Yeah the teeth that click
bitch
Meet Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do shit
Tisa
Ocean
What the you want to do?
Bitch sniffing cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a
Man you're a disgrace
Came in place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
in my pocket

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on that wall
Death is what up a drone
So I won't up her calls
Every day I ball
And I'm knocking
Of your fucking
Young Boy
Met my
It's
Fuck body
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm riding on a
All day stitching with the drum bro
They want their drama
Main they ride with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
swarm them
I don't want to harm
But I knock his head of his bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
around my hood
Yeah you think it's the coast
Fucking with the coast
Hit his man with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang
Ocean
Came out the water for the action
Nigger talk shit
I'm still to get it in
This is like a
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We taking shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All fucking cash we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
don't give me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,