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Sending threats in my dm and I ain't bothered
Sticks and blicks you gon get ya ass slaughtered
Them lil boys gon grow up with no father
Went to Preston smith first thing in the AM
Imma slide nigga fuck that ultimatum
Put his hands up my sister so I faced em
I ran them ones you went and jumped the same nigga
So why you in my inbox hollin bitch you trippin
Followed from a distance straight to that daycare
Seen the brick home yeah I think y'all stay there
This shit real life nigga we don't play fair
We busting out the V
All these sticks wrapped in Ts
Ain't no gunshot residue
Getting off Scott free
This where that nigga at
This is where these niggas be
4am we catch a B
Let off shots y'all deceased
Modified this engine so ain't no running from me
Hop in the bucket with a mask
Duck tape on all these tags
Whole lap full of mags
4 deep and strapped real bad
Real life we make it hap
Yeah we know phones get tapped
We don't argue on no apps
Things I said straight facts nigga
Keep that talkin you get whacked nigga
Sending threats in my dm and I ain't bothered
Sticks and blicks your gon get ya ass slaughtered
Them lil boys gon grow up with no father
Went to Preston smith first thing in the AM
Imma slide nigga fuck that ultimatum
So what y'all got for me nigga I hate suprises
Y'all gon all fall when this fucking chop rises/
Feed them hungry hungry hippos straight bullets
I try to stop the violence but I get included
Calm that ass down for we get into it
My Youngins straight demons
they way to influenced
Grave diggin shit bitch
We ain't even gotta prove it

Written by:
Carlos Rios

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