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text: Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it\n start_ms: 77020\n end_ms: 79790\n- text: We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit\n start_ms: 79790\n end_ms: 82130\n- text: All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks\n start_ms: 82130\n end_ms: 85050\n- text: Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick\n start_ms: 85050\n end_ms: 87940\n- text: I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick\n start_ms: 87940\n end_ms: 90780\n- text: I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick\n start_ms: 90780\n end_ms: 93530\n- text: My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch\n start_ms: 93530\n end_ms: 95120\n- text: I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit\n start_ms: 95120\n end_ms: 98940\n- text: Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit\n start_ms: 98940\n end_ms: 101800\n- text: Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit\n start_ms: 101800\n end_ms: 104580\n- text: Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages\n start_ms: 104580\n end_ms: 107170\n- text: Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit\n start_ms: 107170\n end_ms: 110120\n- text: Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?\n start_ms: 110120\n end_ms: 113030\n- text: You would think the block, a barbershop the way we linin' shit\n start_ms: 113030\n end_ms: 115720\n- text: Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit\n start_ms: 115720\n end_ms: 118310\n- text: My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick\n start_ms: 118310\n end_ms: 120950\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 120950\nplain: |-\n Mm-mm, mmm, mmm, mm-mm (accordin' to a spokesman)\n Mm, we pull up and we send hot shit\n Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy\n Uh, uh\n\n I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches\n With my niggas, fuck the opps, we dump the district\n I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures\n Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you\n\n I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up\n Ain't no way we can chill, this elo will kill and get your head clucked\n This blicky with me, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up\n We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough\n\n Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass\n I started with a couple racks, I lost them all and got 'em back\n They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds\n When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask\n\n I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag\n I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached\n That bitch go, \"Brrt\" and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?\n Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did, they ain't get back\n\n We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just decidin' who to whack\n Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC\n So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act\n We pull up on him, he take off, but he ain't faster than this MAC\n\n Pour a double cup with Kooly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't fuckin' with me\n Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city\n Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin'\n Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him\n\n Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it\n We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit\n All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks\n Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick\n\n I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick\n I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick\n My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch\n I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit\n\n Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit\n Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit\n Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages\n Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit\n\n Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?\n You would think the block, a barbershop the way we linin' shit\n Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit\n My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick\n"}]