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Go
buy
a zip of
weed,
hit the club
Pay for
'bout
ten
niggas
to
get
in,
we
crunk,
lit,
in
this
bitch,
yeah
Know
we
walk around
the world
Steppin'
not
givin a damn
'bout
where
our feet land
at
yeah
Get
your ass
mushed,
smooshed
Yeah,
21,
the biggest
Put a
nigga
in the
chicken
wing,
pussy
21,
can you do
somethin'
for
me?
Can you
hit
a
lil'
rich
flex
for
me?
And
21,
can you do
somethin'
for
me?
Drop some
bars
to my
pussy
ex
for me
Then
21
can you do
somethin'
for
me?
Can you
talk to
the opps
necks
for
me?
21,
do your thing
21,
do your thing
Do
your
thing,
21,
do your thing
Yellow
diamonds
in the
watch
this shit
cost
a lot
Never
send
a
bitch
your
dot,
that's how you
get shot
I
DM
in vanish mode
I
do that shit
a lot
Took her panties off
and
this bitch
thicker than
the
plot
All my exes
ain't
nothin',
them hoes
busted
If
my opps
ain't
rappin',
they
ass
duckin'
You
ain't ready
to
pull
the trigger
don't clutch it
I know
you
on your
period,
baby,
can you
suck
it?
I'm a
savage
Smack
her booty
in Magic
I'll
slap
a
pussy
nigga
with the ratchet
I
might slap
a tracker
on his whip
and
get the addy
Don't call me
on
Christmas
Eve,
bitch,
call your
daddy
Bitch,
call your
uncle
bitch,
don't call me
Always
in
my
ear,
your
ho
a flea
Why
my opps
be posting
guns
and
only
use
they feet
?
Paid
like an athlete
I
got-
All
you
hoes,
all of you
hoes
need to
remember
who
y'all
talkin' to
It's
a slaughter gang
CEO
I got
dick
for you
if
I'm
not
working,
girl
If
I'm
busy,
then
fuck no
You
need to find
you
someone else
to call
When
your bank account
get low
you
need to find
you
someone-
Ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy
I'm
on that
Slaughter Gang
shit,
ayy,
murder gang
shit
Ayy,
Slaughter Gang
shit,
ayy,
murder gang
shit,
ayy
Sticks
and
stones,
chrome
on chrome
That's just
what
a nigga
on
Internet
clones
got 'em
kissin'
through
the phone
Pussies
cliquin' up
so
they
don't feel
alone,
ayy
Nan'
nigga
seein'
me,
I'm
Young Money
CMB
I
used to
roll with
CMG
the house
is not
a
BNB
The bad bitches
waitin' on
a nigga
like I'm
PND
I'm
steady
pushin' p
you
niggas
pushin'
PTSD
I
told her
ass
to
kiss me
in the
club,
fuck a
TMZ
I
used to
want
a
GMC
when
Woe
was
doin'
B&E
We
revvin' up
and
going on a run
like we
DMC
I
layup with
her
for a couple days
then
its
BRB
You rappers
love
askin'
if
I
fucked,
when
you know
we did
When
you know
we did
She
came in
heels
but
she
left
out on
her cozy shit
Ayy
I'm livin'
every twenty-four
like
Kobe did
Shoutout to
the
6ix
RIP
to
8
Swear
this shit
is gettin'
ate
I'm
on ten
for the cake
Get
a lot of
love
from
twelve
but
I
don't reciprocate
Fifty-one
division
stay patrollin'
when
it's late
21
my
addy
so
the
knife
is on
the gate
All the
dawgs
eatin'
off a
Baccarat
plate
Niggas
see
Drake
and
they
underestimate
Take it from
a
vet'
that's
a rookie ass
mistake
ayy
What,
what
Slaughter Gang
shit,
ayy,
murder gang
shit
Ayy,
Slaughter Gang
shit,
ayy,
murder gang
shit
Ayy,
Slaughter Gang
shit,
ayy,
murder gang
shit
On God
Boy,
look,
you
the
motherfuckin'
man,
boy,
you,
ooh
You
is
the
man,
you
hear
me?