Activated

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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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Duration
02:46
Key
10
Tempo
98 BPM

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