STAX - 2 the moon.wav
They could never stop me even if they tried I really do this shit
Pussy boy come tryna diss like I ain't even knew the bitch
32 one in the head you fuck around you gon' get hit
Bro had popped that boy on live he can't even step out of the crib
This that real paper, we get fucking digits
This that real work, no room for that midget
This that real talk, we get down to business
I can teach you sum', I bet you won't regret it
I told twin be careful, heard that boy was fedded
I told the bitch that I ain't mean it when I said it
Me and twin be smackin' shit, you livin' off pretendin
This that real shit
Call up mi connecta, need a sealed brick
Case load full of wock, I got that real drip
Twin had hit me on the trap phone
Let's get to work, he need them packs gone
Let's get it kickin
I been whippin' up them bricks like curry chicken
Don't associate me with that bitch, she trippin
We gon' run it to the top
Please don't try me, I keep one hand on my glock
They call me curry, I don't miss my fuckin' shots
We see lights and we don't stop
12 gon' have to catch us, fuck the fuckin' cops
Get some pape, then we can talk
You say be you be juggin', lil' boy, stop
You can get like me and gang, you not like us
That boy cappin through his teeth, he poor as fuck
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