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    You did good, $lick
    It's a SMASH!
    Pla-pla-pla-players never die

    M-M-M-Motherfuck that set you claim, you know
    It's Cut Throat from the grey, hoe, stay the fuck away
    Glock tucked, on my side
    Pull up like I'm Triple A
    Any motherfucking time, any motherfucking day
    Demons all around me and they begging for a fucking taste
    Same shit, different day
    Playing with the K
    Nor-Northside, Eastern Bloc
    Where the fuck I stay
    Still I'm creeping in the cut
    Remain sick as fuck
    Pop a addy off the fent, feel too good to duck
    B-B-Breaking bad I been rolling with the devil lately
    Have you ever seen a demon pull up in a new Mercedes
    Most hated, underrated
    You know Grey the clique
    Walking straight to hell and clear the motherfucking pit

    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
    Better stay away
    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
    Better stay away
    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
    Stay the fuck away
    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
    Stay the fuck away
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    I just popped a perc, I just popped a Xan (Uh, uh)
    See this bag of dope?, that's a hundred grand (Uh, uh)
    Sell a bitch some hope, fuck her hit the dash (Uh, uh)
    Looking for some love? Holla at your mans (Uh, uh)
    Fo-For the heroin I'm a dog, $licky Pavlov
    Y-Y-Yeah, you know it's personal when the mask off
    L-Leave his body on display like it's half off
    Scammed the game, call me Bernie "Wetto" Madoff
    Glock out, cock out
    Tell the world suck my dick
    Sam "Wetto" Hyde cause I always get away with it
    Three fingers high, Five Nine
    What the fuck it is
    Three fingers high, bitch I'm Grey till the fuckin' end

    Aye, aye, aye
    Bl-Bl-Bl-Blanco never shooting blanks
    Got one in the chamber with your name on it
    Blanco pulling rank, captain of the grey (Grey)
    Stay flauntin' in a fuckin tank, east bank
    Got my blade sharpened
    Cut, slice or shank
    Either way, I'ma flay my target
    Aye, why all these opps on my block, huh (Huh?)
    Pull out the chop like a mop bruh (Aye)
    Aye, street sweeping like it's Mardi Gras
    Litter up the streets, with a bunch of bloody body parts
    Swanging on them 30s, got them 30s in my glovebox
    Cops pulled me over, they about to get their mug popped
    Cherry lemonade type of stain, pull off in the rain
    Spilt his fuckin brain like a bitch who loves to chug cock

    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Leave me the fuck alone
    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Leave me the fuck alone
    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Leave me the fuck alone
    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Leave me the fuck alone

    Grey steppin', I'm reppin' the Five Nine
    All of my partners my lifeline
    30 deep, 33 years I could keep
    If I stop with these 30s, I'm cleared for the week
    Gang with me, whole gang with me
    I got no fear in these streets
    Bang semi autos while I'm hanging out the fucking Jeep
    Never sleep, tweakin' off the rock
    Blanco play for keeps
    Real life drug addict
    Comedowns always fucking steep
    Never sleep, I know that the reaper waiting for me
    I know that he patient, see his reflection when I'm pouring up
    Codeine in the cup, double it up
    Now I'm snoring
    I might not wake up, Uzi tucked next to my. 40
    Southside of the lake, yeah I'm always 7th Warding
    All these pills I take 'em bitch, there ain't no fucking hoarding
    I got two phones, shawty try and hit me on my other line
    Shawty looking fine, gonna call her back another time
    Dollar signs on my fucking mind while I break her spine
    Pulled out just in time, I can't let her have my fucking slime

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    Composición: Scott Arceneaux Jr. y Aristos Petrou

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