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Don't really fuck with no corn or no cops
See them outside they get dropped
Yeah, i see a corn in the sight of this glock
Nigga my finger gone pop yeah
He cannot talk he got hit with the mop
Baby girl give me the top
We don't do talking on social lil nigga
We just gone spin yo lil block
We spin that block till that mf hot
Shoot that lil clip till it's hot
Yeah nigga so broke he not having knots
But he wanna beef bout a thot
Tactical stock and that bitch on the back of the R
She wanna fuck in back of the car
Sippin on trish and you sippin on par
I'm in the tesla
I self park the car
And i got a goyard bag it's so hard
I know you a bitch so i pull your card
And these bullets they big
Leave a hole in his heart
And i'm looking for shit
Like i'm lewis and clark
And them 7.6 stick
Like a nigga playing darts
Call up my vamp
Suck my dick in the dark
Guru island
Guru island
Guru island
Guru island
Guru island
Guru island
Guru island
It's some bitches in here
It is bout a thousand
I'm a nlf soldier
I'm bout it bout it
Bet i come take yo shit
Like i'm ricky bobby
Boy you scary as hell
Won't do shit about it
Talking bout the guru i been a topic
Being broke nigga
That's not a option
Got this bitch dripping
She not a faucet
Get in that kitchen and Betty Crockit
Yeah what?
Get in that kitchen and whip it up
Stick got a laser it's fitted up
I been fucking her good think it's been enough
It's been a lil minute lil minute
I hop up in it I beat it like satan
And he wanna talk on the gram
He was talking to crazy
The stick leave him shaking
Choppa it fry a nigga cook him quick
Turn that fuck boy into bacon
Hit his friend hit his potna hit his niggas
Book a flight now im going on vacation
I'm in the street like im serving crack nigga
Hell nah not ronald reagen
Whole family they stay in the house
We shot at his shit turnt it vacant
He snitching he turnt to a mouse
He got in that station with statements
It's only one guru lil nigga can't be me
And you gotta face it
He talking too crazy the choppa hit em
Now that boy getting face lift
I just took ya lil hoe
I just took ya lil lady
Lil guru to gangsta
Pockets on big
My pockets on fat
You know that my pockets swole
In 2013 i ball in chicago
Lil nigga i feel like d rose
Not going for none of that shit
I ain't saving nobody
Lil nigga i ain't saving these hoes
I'm smoking on metro biscotti
The k hit his body
You know that fuck nigga gone
And she couldn't find me for real
She couldn't find me again
So the hoe went and got with my clone
Ain't nobody help me for real
I was pulling myself out the dirt did this shit on my own
Bitch it's a b on my back not a v on my back
Hell nah we don't rock vlone
Im just a 20 year old with a lot of euros
And these bitches they calling my phone
I cut off a lot of them hoes
Man them bitches was boring
Had to tell that hoe be gone
Im smoking on zaza pachullia
It came out the pack
And i swear that shit too strong
Don't really fuck with no corn or no cops
See them outside they get dropped
Yeah, i see a corn in the sight of this glock
Nigga my finger gone pop yeah
He cannot talk he got hit with the mop
Baby girl give me the top
We don't do talking on social lil nigga
We just gone spin yo lil block