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Nigga's say they that beef
Agoff came in, up
niggers back up
Bullets back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga like a navy
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in that
a fucking army man
Guns from Pakistan
We from Pakistan
niggers bag hands
Treat nigga's bitches
We all up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking hating
Fuck

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 a fuck about 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
my nigger TAZ
Ain't no freak
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
Still just to eat
Fuck with me you
Never see me on the
I get hit some get murdered
Get some murder
It's that 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
Bitches want to some more
She off blow
a hoe
She going to me at the party
the
T records in the club
And we not up here to
Just a bitch
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 these hoes at
where the drones at
You ain't bitch
Where your fly fresh at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a broke
We going to smoke 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 to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
she going to sniff it up
Suck on his girl
going to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw
young Jesus
Niggers know ether
Add X on the front
Bitch Tisa
Yeah slide you
I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of George
Good a grill good a
we be swarming
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me Tele
your bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the 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
Gang
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing cocaine
Yeah I swag got a space
Man a fucking disgrace
in first place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

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