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Which one? XD or the Glock, pick one
Six opp-blocks, I don't know which one
I don't know, pick one
Told bro-bro man's hitting 'em all
Ain't gonna stop till a man pitch one
Man beat corn 'round 'dem sides 'dere (Hill Productions)
Piss-pissed that I never hit one
Look, the yute held shots so I'm calling him Raya
Look, I was in the bando cooking up crack, can't lie I weren't cooking with Kya
I just linked Ben for the white, man gave him a tester, I got a new buyer
Put two in your back like Saliba, take man out and send man higher
I done it with the index, we done with the fingеrs
We done it with the sеt piece, straight headshot, man's feeling like Timber
True-say the gang got depth 'cah all of us trap and all of us drillers
True-say the gang got depth 'cah all of us trap and all of us drillers, you heard?
Straight out the case no Keke, slap that, pepper your strip, no Pepe's
My bro got a ten on his back like Eze, he's just done a five already
I just linked this Chelsea ting with a gunner on me like my name's Madueke
They had me on the wing like Saka, they had my bro on the other wing like Martinelli
(Bap, bap, bap, bap) Man shoot with a mask on my face like Gyökeres
Belmarsh HP4 was a Hotspur, but I ain't talking about Tottenham
Glastonbury, I'm a rockstar, I was on the wing just nonstop rocking it
Wireless, it was live-o, I don't know how the mandem got in
To the left, how many yutes been swiped to the left?
'Dem boy got swiped to the left, and 'dem gyals got swiped to the left
Man it's opp-block flex, do it like Macbeth, head, neck, back and then chest
All the leng tings get swiped to the right, all the dead tings get swiped to the left
Look, Kwengface, I'm a Pecknarm ninja
One time I copped me a dots and the bells came dressed in green like Tinker
Man was talking his mouth, kept talking, then he got swiped to the left like Tinder
Ha, I don't do no linkups, guys just hoes like the hoes on Insta
And guys just hoes like the hoes on—
I brought it out, let them mandem hit, now I feel like Adam22
Peng ting like tin Callaloo, she wanna do me, do me and my bruce
40's, Makarovs, G-Locks, uh, I don't know nothin' 'bout no .22s
Most lit in my hood, and it's probably true
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