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You know its Wheezy you know
Nigga you know its Wheezy you know
You know its Wheezy you know
Who Squideye
I ain just jumped off da porch playboy
I been thuggin on da block
Fist clutchin on da glock
Who Bout it
Motherfucker let me know shit
Yall wit that hoe shit
I keep the fo grip
Hollowed tips fill the whole clip
Trippin ya feel da whole clip
Get It
Im on some mo shit
Quad Mafia blow Shit
Never slept for dough or no bitch
I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique
And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip
Im so sick wit it
Dick nigga what is your purpose
Im off the surface
Platinum merchandise shining perfect
For certain firearms
This verse seem like its dirty squiddy
Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me
? pops dont yourself the next statistic
You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing
Which nigga want it
Holla at me Ill be at the top
With cha wife slobbing on my cock
And your kids calling me pop I cant be stopped
Okay
They run in yo place four straight to yo face
These Niggaz dont play
Believe me shit ain all right
They cut off all lights
And they ridin all night
Till some shit that you dont like lets go
Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya wont
And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin left faunked
I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga
At any given time you gonna see that nigga
Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out
We got choppers wit 50s thatll clear it out
You could test the nuts If ya wont round
You know you done fucked up so its goin down
Get fulla dat one on one and we dont give a fuck
Its you or me, me or you nigga so whats up
Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit
Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit
Cuz If you not then its best you stay your distance nigga
Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain missing nigga
Im a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat
Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black
Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread
And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared
Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice
Snatch at night get em back depending the price
Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge
My whole crew ll does whos background to screw
And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin
Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra
Lil turk dont play nigga look betta recognize
When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die
Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire
Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha wont survive
I put that on everthing against anything ya bet
If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest
? vest ain no way you protect it
Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected
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