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[Verse 1: ALLBLACK] Take me for a bitch, I take it to your crib Keep on talking on [?], I'm detaching your head Call that chopper Hanible, how it ate up his legs How you got all of this [?] and ain't nobody dead? [?] with no shirt, like [?] And every drip on me expencive, like [?] Keep a wop like I just left BK [?] And if you looking for me, bitch, I'm sliding through the murders Side [?] this lil bitch, top of the [?] [?] kept on breaking [?] fucked her Slid down Fairfax, [?] Hit up [?] for some [?] I'm a [?] Young black boss man, call me David Ali I'm with the Play Runners, you wanna book us? Call D Green room crowded, we getting [?] before we hit the stage Reach for this [?] chain, I'll put this cap on your face I can fit a whole 50 in these black skinnys I can fit a zip of molly in that bitch kitty I feel like driving that Black Panther, my legs hurt [?] made her come get me It's BLACK [Verse 2: 22nd Jim] Bitch, the fuck do you mean? I could get a hundred thousand out these hundred dollar jeans Bitch, what the fuck do you mean? I could get a hundred thousand out these hundred dollar jeans We put him in the dirt, so we don't talk about him Thousand dollar cleets, til I knocked him out them Smoke a 41, we don't do swishers Counting through these blues, got my thumbs aiking Stepped up in her lain, she felt the world shaking Mix the runts with the Wok, bitch, I'm crossfaided In the D, bitch, I be smoking on that DB Pull up on Lil Mike, he on [?] Got the strap under my shirt, but I'm on defence Bitch, we run the city, ain't no secret Riding through them dubs, they hear me coming Switching lanes with my bitch, talking some money Ask me how I'm feeling, I'm feeling lovely Ask her how she feel, she say lucky Windows tinted, whip it out, and tell her suck it 200 on the dash, [?] It's a war going on, but I don't give a fuck Slide through the 6, and middle fingers up [?] got the AR right beside me Can't pay a nigga [?] the type to try me 'Cause when these niggas talk, they move in silance 'Cause they know [?] Jim, it could get vilant And when these niggas talk, they move in silance 'Cause they know [?] Jim, it could get vilant [Verse 3: OMB Peezy] Hit him with 'bout 8 rounds, ain't gotta pay to get a nigga chased down Bussing shit And I still got something to make [?] [?] treat your block like a playground Seen a nigga brain, still gon' fall asleep on that Greyhound Can't fall asleep on no pills, I'm in the streets with my nigga [?] nighttime [?] Creep up close and get [?] Family trip and they miss you [?] crying [?] miserable Keep it real [?] [?] whistle He smoking [?] with Jim Them niggas always trippin, I'm just gon' act like I don't see them I hear them niggas sneak dissin, I'm just gon' act like I don't hear them They know I'm shooting above the rym, [?] get this shit on film Eh, which one of y'all gon' shake some? Robbery turned to murder, we gon' murk ya after we take some Eh, which one of y'all gon' shake some? Robbery turned to murder, we gon' murk ya after we take some