Savage mind! I’ll hijack em...You either come out the car or I blast the 9/
When Black take the whip from a white boy...it ain’t a Cashius line/
Ya gun bars? I ain’t buyin it! Smith off the hip - bitch you dyin quick/
After I line the shit...It’ll be 15 spitting out the 40 like ya first time tryin it/
You in my PMs every time I vote against you. Now u crying to Vic? This nigga triflin/
You got ya whole style from Barcotic...hell, you even started bitching like him/
Every time you battle Cred, he bestin ya...so fuck it nigga - the Wesson tucked/
I’ll get retarded when I Take Em 2 School...38....you’ll see a Special Buss/
You think ya niggas gon’ back you? I’ll let the ‘matic pop at cowards/
You’ll see his niggas skate when I put the Auto on his squad like Rocket Power/
Im strapped with wild toys. You let ya niggas gas you - now the cal poised/
Ya chaps spurred you on....now the metal spinnin off the boot like a cowboy/
Old colt - the tool brittle. Switch guns and copped the new pistol/
Now the desi point...I’ll let a bird talk to a vet like Dr. Dolittle/
I know bout the blue. I didn’t bang, but my whole block was crippin...slumpin cats/
My niggas moved around the block for the 6 point like running backs/
Is it NCs or RB? We can’t even tell. Stomach shot - I’ll leave him stretched from a shell/
If it’s money on ya head...I’ll leave a RB nigga’s side lined for the cash...LeVeon Bell/
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