Bars 4

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Bitch I'm only 19 but I still tote a Mac-11

If I die, all this sh*t I did don't know if I'll see heaven

Bitch free devin,

Judge tryna give him 20 it's been fing with me heavy

Fore I ever take the stand you can point me to my celly

That young n*gga got some aim he under me I'll recruit him

I tote a Glock the end of the clip look like a ruler

Ain't ever go to class you play with me b*tch I'll school you

I prayed for this sh*t ain't go to church but Hallelujah 

I can break it down make 55 off and make a serve

Rip (doufeezy?) broke my heart so lately we been purgin

Swervin bent this b*tch too hard

I d*mn near had caught the curb

Smoke exotic to the face it got me flyin like a bird

Freaky b*tch had set him up lil Justin hit him with the drac

Police pick me up right now then I'm Lyin in they face

I wasn't nowhere on the scene I was prolly at the bank

If they hit the lights on me then I'm puttin em on a chase

Free lil (uno?) off that case I talk to him like everyday

I told him we on the way he told me to buy him a drac

You know we promote the violence send hollow tips to his face

Did a show in Mississippi this fn was on my waist

N*gga check my resume you should know that it ain't safe

Don't be askin where I'm from you should know I'm from tha 8

If we catch his *ss right now then he won't see another day

Slidin 2 deep me and 2 times I'll send em where you lay

I send em where you sleep have em creepin on yo street

20 bows in this charger hit the lights and ima flee

Diamonds hittin up off my teeth

Like a swisher think it's sweet

Til I hop out on yo block and come and put you on a tee

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