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[BLOKKA $OLO]

Riding with the banger out
At all times
Niggas knowin' that them thangs be out
Uhh
You know that the gang be out
All the enemy smoke coming out my mouth
I hate a opp ass nigga trying to be too friendly
Now he's on a shirt like a logo on Fendi
I don't count on friends, all I count on is benjis
The bigger a nigga get, the more they envy
It's fake against real if the whole world's against me
Show you how to turn traumatic stress to a Bentley
I met Chynna Mane when he was robbing on 10-Speeds
Before these niggas jumpеd out their race car bed sheets
I lovе the sound when the enemies down in the ground
And their mama crying, nigga all that shit
Where them niggas at now?
All you did was put a fucking "LL" by their name like they Cool J
Give me head real slow, give me screw face
I give her fruit by the foot til her tooth ache
I swear your ass got bigger like a souffle
And we can make a sex tape and a bootleg
If you really need that bitch you a goofy
I need a million dollars flat in a suitcase
I need you little niggas to know if you get paid
I need a little off the top like a toupee

Fuck what it costs
(it costs)
I'm a boss
(I'm a boss)
Ty-ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce
(in sauce)
I floss
(I floss)
I-I-I-I
Fuck what it costs
(it costs)
I'm a boss
(I'm a boss)
Ty-ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce
(in sauce)
I floss
(I floss)
I-I-I-I

[CHYNNA MANE]

Load the clips, can't explain the situation
Precisely, Just shoot 'em all down don't leave no traces
Or faces
The Angel of Death can't leave location
They hatin'
Jealous of the pack ____
My name hot up in the streets you know my gang, foo
Soldiers in the field, bet they'll all kill for me
I ain't with the bullshit what the fuck you wanna do?
Always stay true yeah bury me a G
Livin' shit the Gram can't see
One night in town smokin' pounds, bitch keep the fuck up
You said who rolled what? You got me fucked up
_____ Wonderland, you know it's just us
Who else but us? I don't see shit
All these little rappers wanna be us they just ain't it
Yeah
Big Koppo, how could they not know?
Pockets on guapo so my enemies hostile
They talk alot though
These boys sing bravado
So I don't feel no sorrow
Cut their life short like Stacatto
Strapped like Gestapo
Ain't shit you could stop hoe
Bullets hit the place then we moving like Roboto
Six Side Colossal
Now they don't want no
Smoke give em smoke light em up no fronto
And we do that shit pronto
Smoke give em smoke light em up no fronto

[BLOKKA $OLO]
Fuck what it costs
(it costs)
I'm a boss
(I'm a boss)
Ty-ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce
(in sauce)
I floss
(I floss)
I-I-I-I
Fuck what it costs
(it costs)
I'm a boss
(I'm a boss)
Ty-ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce
(in sauce)
I floss
(I floss)
I-I-I-I

[GUCCI DEUCA]

___
Went out of town and blew the fuck up
Yo man came right back home got set the fuck up
He must've thought I set him up no question
Wet em up no less than
50 shots in his direction
He a bitch too
That hoe gon' trick too
She came and gave me money for every lick that she hit too
Cause i'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit
Stacking bread up so high I can't count shit
She from the cut so I let her trick for me
True indeed
I'm gonna set up some niggas I know they was locked up with me
A few hundred racks from shit i've done
In my past
My dog days, I still dog these hoes, nigga