Activated
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Lyrics
You ever seen a fiend before? Ever hit the road You ever been backstabbed? Shit these niggas bold I can't understand these niggas hit the room and fold Niggas love back and forth it's money on the floor Stupid ass niggas, bitch made niggas Swear I hate niggas, y'all niggas soft y'all wouldn't even buss a grape nigga This Glock 30, call it brush cause it'll paint niggas Spread that pape on the table I need 8 figures I lost my brother really turnt me to an ape nigga, yeah Of course we doubled back, hell yeah we made the pros And we gone split em back, I ain't never seen these niggas Y'all ain't acting bad, catch em slipping give him 50 Yo lil capping ass, niggas really fake thugs, stop running yo mouth Caught him slipping at the light now he walk with a slouch Add it up I need a mill, I'm finna go south She ain't wanna eat the dick, why you got a mouth Why the fuck you got that Glock if you ain't gone shoot Why you say you got a plan, you gotta execute it Niggas really playing crazy get electrocuted Put these pills in yo pussy cause we gotta move em, Give his ass a brain shot, we gave em execution 30 for 30, flick em up, we gotta make a movie Move a couple orange pills, I call these bitches cuties Send a nigga up to god, you better thank Buddha Send some slugs at that cap, since you so Jewish You ain't really moving bags, you ain't getting to it All my opps soft as hell, piss on they viewing I be talking too discrete, the pressure so crucial Niggas really type tough, behind that lil computer But when you catch em out in traffic Brain is not computing, tryna be a billionaire Like I'm Franck Muller, you be purping on the gram You a fake shooter, if I ever fell off Is you gone have my back? If we gotta slide down Is you gone buss yo strap? Send a nigga up top Since he talk on the net, niggas talking slimed out You is not my slatt, you ain't never did a scam You ain't caught no jack, roll another dark stout Gotta smoke this thrax, turn a nigga to some dust Try to take my strap, I'll put yo ass to sleep Like you need some rest, how the fuck You pass the quiz but ain't pass the test Only aiming for the head why you got that vest A clever thinker, play it smart this a game of chess You owe me cheese, get you popped Should've paid that debt, nigga Then we gone hit the road, bought some iPhones We turn around and split the pros Lost my lil brother, now we gotta send em home Give a nigga 30 now we gotta send em home All dogs go to heaven, pussy niggas get the chrome Niggas love talking crazy 223's a break yo bone Feed a nigga shots like he sipping on Patron, yeah Like we sipping on Patron with yo bitch She gone take dick, give the opps a head shot He finna shape shift, turn a nigga crib to Nuketown You tryna play shit, bought a 30 for my bitch Heat a nigga like a deep dish, that RIP Ken shit gone get another nigga seat wet
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:46
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 98 BPM