Flukey Shit

VonOff1700

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    (Yo, ayo) uh
    Forever toss for the gang only
    Long live Mook, nigga, long live Mike, nigga
    Diss on 'em, you gon' lose your life, nigga
    Turnt up, not burnt up, nigga diss the gang, gon' get sent up

    Uh, I'm back in them cars again, if I spot an opp, I promise it's gon' be a killin'
    They took Black when I was like eight years old, since then, I ain't had no feelings
    We don't give out passes, so you better move smart 'cause whoever you with, we gon' kill 'em
    This shit so lame, y'all left before I got paid, but y'all names on the back of my pendant

    This money can't change me, I'm rich as a bitch and I still be out here spinnin'
    Why niggas be hatin'? I sat and I patiently waited, don't nobody want me winnin'
    I threw some racks in a bag, booked me a flight right to Cali and hopped in a Bentley
    Couldn't even enjoy my birthday, Mike had died off the pills, he had my shitty

    I ride with a Drac' and a Glock, and I always post my block when I'm up in the city
    I was just fresh off a hit when I linked up with Famous and took me a pic with the fifty
    I really don't fuck with y'all, so whenever I die, don't nobody say they miss me (I don't)
    Whatever he want, he can get it, if he really need it, I'd give my big brother my kidney

    When Mook Money died, I got so high that I felt like Bobby and Whitney
    Shit got me mad, Anton wouldn't even be dead if he weren't so friendly
    I'm ready to crash, I'm out on my block right now, tell them niggas come end me
    Depression had hit, I was beggin' for help, it was like nobody wasn't hearin' me

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    I spot me an opp, I'm ready to bounce, I'm thirsty, I'm up in a frenzy
    'Member late nights stealin', we ain't had no money, we was scrapin' up dollars for Wendy's
    They thought it was funny when my brothers died, so kill 'em and don't show pity
    I did too much for you niggas, realizin' I shouldn't have gave you niggas a penny

    He talkin' 'bout a chance and he keep fuckin' up, I done gave this nigga too many
    On a high-speed chase, thought Bubba was gon' get away, but he smacked up the Hemi
    Have Lil Three to drive, pull me up on the corner, bounce out with the semi (come here, come here)
    Go fill up them Glocks and let's spin us a block and don't back till them bitches empty

    He popped two percs, my lil' brother hurt, backend just went up a 60
    What's gon' happen if you touch Vonno chain? You don't wanna test that theory (your ass gon' die)
    Talk about 50K, I make that in a day, I done spent that shit on Amiris
    I was spinnin' for weeks, fell asleep in the Jeep, Mook died, shit had me weary

    I'm big opp, no nigga put fear in me (you know that)
    Kept sippin' drank, thought the shit was gon' heal me
    Say you my brother, but you put a gun to my back actin' like you was gon' kill me
    Forever gon' toss for the gang, Mook Money and Mike, I promise them niggas gon' feel me

    Forever gon' toss for the gang, Mook Money and Mike, I promise them niggas gon' feel me
    Big brother got caught, he was walkin' without it
    Pull up broad day and start talkin' about it (come here, come here)
    Where you at? Let's link, we ain't talkin' about it (bitch ass)

    That lil' nigga lyin', he ain't killed nobody
    They want me to rap, but I'm fiendin' for bodies (bodies)
    Got thirty-three shots for when I catch Scotty
    Ridin' 'round through the O, four deep in a hottie

    When I get mad, nobody can stop me
    I'm just tryna enjoy my life, everybody need somethin', I'm tired of this shit
    Von, grab me this, Von, buy me this, no bap, I'm tired of bein' rich
    DND my phone, she won't leave me alone, no bap, I'm tired of this bitch

    For all that dissin', caught him in traffic and left shot fired in his whip (rrah, nigga)

    Why? Why you say that?
    He knew what was goin' on
    He was gettin' us out all them situations, big bruh like that at all
    Yeah, you with the safest niggas out West, ain't shit gon' happen
    We just walk through this ho, on my dead homie
    I ain't gon' lie, foe, told y'all, Baba thought he was in our hood, gang, we ain't
    None of our homies died for off what Mook Money did shit for though
    And it's, and it's crazy, gang, I was supposed to be like
    A lot died off of fluky shit

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