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    (Drell On The Track)
    (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
    Yeah
    I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
    I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
    I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
    Huh? Yeah, look

    Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
    Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
    Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
    Then had the baddest of 'em all
    And I still ain't never chose
    Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
    Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him till we done with that
    I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
    He took that blick straight out his pants and top
    Ain't gave that boy no pass
    I put that bitch right on his ass

    I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up
    I'm talkin' to thе point where they can't еven serve nothin'
    I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on 'em
    You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
    One body, two body, three body, four
    Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door
    Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
    Straight down with them poles
    Bending curves with my lit bros
    Out at night, get your life stole
    Harbor freight, don't use no stove
    Mold the shit then get it sold
    Face the bitch, he break the code
    I take that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own
    We call it Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
    I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
    That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
    I'm the founder of the killing season, every month I pay that fare
    Nigga know I'm in that car most time tryna see if they out here, bitch

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    Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
    Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
    Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
    Then had the baddest of 'em all
    And I still ain't never chose
    Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
    Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him till we done with that
    I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
    He took that blick straight out his pants and top
    Ain't gave that boy no pass
    I put that bitch right on his ass

    Do she love me or do she love me not?
    I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
    I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
    But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
    Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga
    Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
    Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
    I ain't go two months without killing me a nigga
    Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta
    God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
    Two books I split between two niggas, ain't get it back
    Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
    'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
    Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence
    Any case on me refer to shootin' back
    They can't pinpoint who I whacked
    Bring you bitches out like back to back
    Make 'em come and draw the chalk, who next?
    I want another hat like motherfuck that
    I tell my twin, "You better not motherfuckin' touch that"
    Every time we see you up that, bitch, you know you gettin' bust at

    Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
    Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
    Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
    Then had the baddest of 'em all
    And I still ain't never chose
    Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
    Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him till we done with that
    I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
    He took that blick straight out his pants and top
    Ain't gave that boy no pass
    I put that bitch right on his ass

    Murder, we gon' throw the curveball
    Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
    (Drell On The Track)
    We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
    (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
    Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah

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