Ye, ye
C-walk on this bitch motherfuckers
You know its MOB
MOB
Stefane, mi-ai dat leanu' pe jos
I pull up like I'm Pablo
Exchange like a handball
Buy a whip and a candle
Out the hood, out them damn streets
All I see is fake G's
But they ain't make me
Bitches call me a hoe on me
Smoking on that flower
Police trynna arrest me
I'm a hood nigga
Out the trap, they can't catch me
They say they can kill
They also cannot pass me
Pop another perc and I pray I do not OD
My shit always fire cuz you know that I'm an OG
I'm the realest trapper
Every nigga know me
Niggas trynna pull up with [?] and misses
I got five dracos, three shooters
Nigga pull up
All you gonna see is a damn body shooter
With a nigga still came
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