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[Verse 1: Bandman Fari]
I can't fuck with that hoe if she set up
Scraping out the pot, trying to get a lil extra
32 shots in this glizzy, it won't jam up
My niggas real grimy, real dirty like the gut tuck
Huh, lil boy, send some shots, I call it tough luck
This bitch she a thot, she was trying to eat my mans up
Bitch I'm in the spot with them blocks, I run them bands up
And baby I'm the shit, yeah I know that you can't stand it
XD kick back, kick flip you like a skateboard
7 by 62s, you was playing Nerf war
Try to blam me, huh, yeah, you comin' up short
I ain't with that "Life short, smoke a 'Port" shit, bitch
I be in the trap trying to whip a whole brick, bitch
How the fuck you trappin' and you servin' out a zip, bitch?
I be on the block and I keep it on my hip, bitch
And I talk that shit, yeah, this shit here got a stick, bitch

[Verse 2: Brrrberry$horty]
Don't judge a book by it's cover cause we sending shots nigga (Boom boom)
T-Shirt gang, you look good in a box, nigga (In a box, bitch)
Speedin' down your boulevard, we shootin up your hood store (Boom boom)
I'm a street pharmacist, I'll serve you Karo (Karo)
My new bitch red like Tech, aye
I got dope on deck, aye (Dope on deck, bih)
Ballin' like a Net, aye
What you wanna bet, aye (Ha ha ha)
Bandman getting to a check, I been getting to a check
Come to the trenches, junkies look just like DMX (Rrr)
Niggas flip the script on you, pussy boy, you got X'ed (Ay, skrr)
Stupid niggas catching bodies, he got caught up in a tech (Skrr)
.40 hit his ass, crack him like an iPhone screen (Damn)
Bitch I love the money, bet not shit come in-between (Dough)