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Aye, aye, aye blood what we on
Sliding through the sucka's shit been itching to pop
Can't f*ck around with micro Drac I need a bigger chop
Brother get me on that skit I wanna catch a top

Aye, aye, aye, what that gleek cost?
Swap that foe nick for F&N and make the streets hot
Cut up on the beat so take it down if I don't go off
Ain't no taking sides so we gon' hit 'em with a B-Hop

Yeah we got the hottest summers in the Lou every one tucking up
Luh bro tote a G-Lock when it's cold it keep him buttoned up
Serving in the spring cause that's when, huh, I can't talk to much
Wrist breaker take a AP off we made that goofy run

Risk taker, volunteer for missions don't get paid to toss
In it for the pack they call me Randy how I'm smoking Moss
Buck it out, muddy seen him breathing I'ma get involved
I hate it when they claiming they active but still ain't dropped the ball

Huh, huh, them pussies said I'm fed
Like how the f*ck I'm rat I'm sitting here smoking up all your deads
She told me that she ain't f*cking with 30s only popping 10s
Aye load them switches JJ lets go sliding time to box 'em in

Clap clap Pop on him like I'm the boogeyman
F*cking the game over dropping bangers getting booked again
And bitch I'm screaming free E gon' put some money on yo books for twin
Yeah this stand on business nation I can't never fold up on my mans

Bitch we got so many gleeks we don't know what to tote
Brother got the up backed out the chop watch how the f*ck he throw
That sucka wanted static he don't know I want him f*cking gone
Bro'nem hopping out this V and when we spin we tryna hit your throat

Luh wodie'nem they tryna blow

Call them members up goofy we all on go
Foe'nem you in the field let's strap your cleats and stop that acting hoe
Go ask around we from St. Louis try to up then I'ma yank your pole
Calling all my gremlins to the front we kicking down they door

We hopping out gon' brack a Deuce if suckas diss I'm cracking 2zz
I'm cracking 5zz we get on you don't test my Blood boy we ain't bool
Like dogs we barking out suwoop flunkies can't do the shit we do
Been hooping on some Jaaybo shit bitch it's the Reaper coming through

Hell no they not gon' spin this block and no they not gon' catch no top
A sucka walked up on my brother heard he ended up on FOX
That glizzy hot it burned him up put it to his dome he let it pop
None of that funking wasn't worth it now he burned up in pot

When brodie'nem up in a cut I love to hear how the FN sound
We do skits hard hit up the suckas then we belt out
Stay lamping out on kuz and when I catch him put his head down
It's 40 in this chop I do my magic that boy dead now

B'd up posted with with my brothers and my Gz bitch
Too up off X clutching my R I watch the gleek spit
Stay on 10 boy we bouncing out get up it's time to beam shit
This 21 lemon squeeze ah clean your ears leave you deceased bitch too up

Aye, aye, aye blood what we on
Sliding through the sucka's shit been itching to pop
Can't f*ck around with micro Drac I need a bigger chop
Brother get me on that skit I wanna catch a top

Aye, aye, what that gleek cost?
Swap that foe nick for F&N and make the streets hot
Cut up on the beat so take it down if I don't go off
Ain't no taking sides so we gon' hit 'em with a B-Hop

Got the hottest summers in the Lou every one tucking up
Luh bro tote a G-Lock when it's cold it keep him buttoned up
Serving in the spring cause that's when, huh, I can't talk to much
Wrist breaker take a AP off we made that goofy run

Risk taker, volunteer for missions don't get paid to toss
In it for the pack they call me Randy how I'm smoking Moss
Buck it out, muddy seen him breathing I'ma get involved
I hate it when they claiming they active but still ain't dropped the ball