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Nigga's say they want beef
Agoff in, strapped up
Lame back up
Bullets your up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in field
Like a army man
Guns from Pakistan
We from Pakistan
Giving bag hands
Treat nigga's bitches
We all up twenty inches
And I shit on eight
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking hating
that

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

Agoff Is the man in here
Never gave a fuck about the 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
no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two time
may selling
Weed on the
Still just to eat
Fuck me you defeat
see me on the floor
I get hit niggers get murdered
Get some more
that real shit
Killer
you up I'm real as shit
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be shit
I give a fuck
Smoke some
Passed row
want to fuck some more
She off blow
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T records in the club
And we not up here to
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out mad about
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet it's
a drink
Bitch ass
Can't get
Cause his fucking stink
on where these hoes at
Nigger the drones at
You ain't fresh
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a broke
We going to smoke some weed
We roll 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
on his dick girl
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
it's a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw
young Jesus
Niggers know ether
Add that X on the
it's Tisa
Yeah you Visa
Yeah I'm ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of Foreman
Good a good a meal
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me View
your bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the that click
bitch
Meet Boy
We be getting to
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do this
Gang
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that
goddamn I swag got a space
Man you're a disgrace
in first place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

in my wallet
Treat you a stocking
Hang you on fucking wall
Death is what pick up a
So I pick up her calls
Every day I ball
And I'm knocking
Of your fucking
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm riding on a
All day stitching with the drum bro
They don't want their
Main they ride around with tats on
Tisa Gang, Gang
swarm them
I want to harm them
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak
Riding my hood
Yeah you think it's the east
Fucking with the coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn this Tisa splashing
Ocean
out the water ready for the action
Nigger that shit
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm about my
Twenty two
We taking shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All fucking cash we spent
Bitch is
Gang, Tisa Gang
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty
Talking on that fucking
you in your fucking lip
Oh god
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,