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Nigga's say they that beef
Agoff came in, up
Lame back up
Bullets back up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga like a navy
it real
Niggers I'm up in that
a fucking army man
Guns came Pakistan
We came from
niggers bag hands
Treat like bitches
We all sitting up twenty
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
that

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

Agoff Is the man in here
Never gave a about the next man
Nigger I'm the man
I'm the hit man
Leaning on
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,
See I
Got a A
Get my all day
Whip my TAZ
no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
with me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some niggers get
Get some more
It's that shit
shit
Catch you up I'm real as
Pull you fucking
Out face
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
Smoke some
that row
Bitches want to fuck some
She off that
a hoe
She going to suck me at the
the
T some in the club
And we not up here to
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out here mad
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet pink
a drink
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his fucking breath
He's on where hoes at
where the drones at
You ain't bitch
Where your fly clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a broke
We to smoke some weed nigger
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

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Hoe that new
New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches want to me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she going to it up
Suck on his dick
going to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah it's a blood
Blood, and raw moves
Yeah Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add that X on the
it's Tisa
Yeah you Visa
I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of Foreman
a grill good a meal
Yeah we be
I'm that guy too
Yeah me Tele View
Till your bitch
She in
To my
Yeah it's the that click
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be getting to
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do shit
Gang
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that
Yeah I swag got a space
Man you're a fucking
Came in place
Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
Treat you a stocking
Hang you on that fucking
is what pick up a drone
So I won't pick up her
Every day I fucking
And I'm knocking
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
It's
Fuck your
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm on a lama
All day stitching with the drum bro
They want their drama
Main they ride around tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
We'll them
I don't to harm them
But I knock his of his shoulder bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you think the east coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang
Gang
Came out the ready for the action
Nigger talk shit
I'm going to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm about my
two twelve
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking cash we
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
Goddamn don't me that
I'm Karl Lager Field
Swaging with fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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