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SeanZo:
Ugh... white boy in the hood. Got three K's on me
You too fake? You got decay homie
White boy with the gauge, bout to rock ya with metal boy
Don't meddle boy.
Fire all around me, like I'm the Devil boy
Phil (lil ill):
Yo it's ill nigga. Fuck boy ole lil nigga
Shout out to Gjonaj, that's my homie for life
White man got us, my homies did life
Sean Jean, my Timbs, Long John's expense
Fuck nigga tonight, white fat bitch
She don't discriminate she likes black dick..
And she obese cuz i like them mad thick
Then click voilà , magic, what's up Shawna (det dicc)
Skrt skrt...(x4)
Polar:
Gun go off your top like Dizaster, dumbfuck
Bullets leave your shirt tore like Lush One
Your body built like Avocado, your panicked
This herb get buried in dirt, not no Organik
Sound stupid like Osa when he's battling
Snakes don't offend me, if I hear any rattling
Clips killing this goof like that Charron joint
Shoot you up like Caddy Ron, your soul join
Clarke:
I pull up on your baby, not changing diapers
If I got a banger blasting, it ain't that fiiiyah
Circles dropping, when I open up them slots
That mean Connect 4, the fo-fo bustin' shots
Kicks snapping, karate boards, bitch happy
I'm coping more shit after shopping stores
The gun bloaw, and you know what time it is
Sun dial til son down and dying twos undial
Skrt skrt...(x4)
Ugh... white boy in the hood. Got three K's on me
You too fake? You got decay homie
White boy with the gauge, bout to rock ya with metal boy
Don't meddle boy.
Fire all around me, like I'm the Devil boy
Phil (lil ill):
Yo it's ill nigga. Fuck boy ole lil nigga
Shout out to Gjonaj, that's my homie for life
White man got us, my homies did life
Sean Jean, my Timbs, Long John's expense
Fuck nigga tonight, white fat bitch
She don't discriminate she likes black dick..
And she obese cuz i like them mad thick
Then click voilà , magic, what's up Shawna (det dicc)
Skrt skrt...(x4)
Polar:
Gun go off your top like Dizaster, dumbfuck
Bullets leave your shirt tore like Lush One
Your body built like Avocado, your panicked
This herb get buried in dirt, not no Organik
Sound stupid like Osa when he's battling
Snakes don't offend me, if I hear any rattling
Clips killing this goof like that Charron joint
Shoot you up like Caddy Ron, your soul join
Clarke:
I pull up on your baby, not changing diapers
If I got a banger blasting, it ain't that fiiiyah
Circles dropping, when I open up them slots
That mean Connect 4, the fo-fo bustin' shots
Kicks snapping, karate boards, bitch happy
I'm coping more shit after shopping stores
The gun bloaw, and you know what time it is
Sun dial til son down and dying twos undial
Skrt skrt...(x4)
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