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(CookUpCartel)
Alright, uh, mm, uh
Free the guys, man
Yeah, fuck all opps, man
Still spinnin' for Tre, alright
Uh, ayy, look
I can tell by how the nigga shoot he ain't like that
You die, it's over, can't get your life back
On the drill, we got all type of shit
He got hit with like four different bullets, how you gon' fight that?
We spin and miss, better act like somebody got hit
'Cause if not, we comin' right back
Wanna type beef over IG, run into Meek and he will frrt
Nigga type that, he a ho, only thing he pop is pills
Had to pick up the switch 'cause this shit got for real
I'm slimy as fuck, I'll pull that move quick
If I was Jack, would've went up the hill and robbed Jill
Told bro, "Start shootin' if he get a lil' closer"
Swing on me, frrt, now it's over
Old rookie-ass nigga tried to spin and got parked
He lucky he ain't die, but we fucked up the motor
Ain't no tellin' what hit him, we got all type of shots
We got a lot of money, we got all type of Glocks
It's a one way in and no way out
Come through tryna drive and that bitch gettin' boxed
Niggas keep dyin', this shit just get deeper and deeper
The violence, I don't think it's gon' stop
Old buff-ass nigga better use his head
'Cause I'm clutchin' some shit that'll go through the rock
Better get out the way when I come through that bitch
I'm swingin' that switch at whoever I saw
Lil' bro ass a bitch, he ain't got no attempts
Why the fuck is lil' bro tryna hop in the ride?
Go ask how I get in that backseat
John Wick mode activate when that ski on my eyes
Four deep, sittin' outside, why the nigga on live?
He take too long, let's go and shoot through the blinds
See, me, I love spinnin' through the pinks
But Dee Dee, he itchin' to spin on John Block
I'ma take out them switch for this drill
They shoot too fast, I'ma hit it and semi nonstop
I don't know what I was thinkin'
Finger fuckin' a semi, middle of the shootout, the gun lock
If I'ma go beat up the bricks, put down the handguns
Point me to a bump stock
I tagged a young nigga up for sendin' me pants emojis
Had to show him this shit get serious
In the 392, lot of switches
If I hear sirens, it's finna be fast and furious
Make the detectives do they job
No clues, they gon' be more than curious
Last nigga I caught, he was explainin' too much
Bro just start shootin', low-key, he wasn't hearin' it
