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150750\n- text: I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah\n  start_ms: 150750\n  end_ms: 154400\n- text: Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us\n  start_ms: 154400\n  end_ms: 157430\n- text: Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air\n  start_ms: 157430\n  end_ms: 162230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 162230\nplain: |-\n  (Southside on the track, yeah)\n  (Ay Smatty, let's count up some f-)\n\n  New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas\n  No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah\n  Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas\n  Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah\n  Truth spitter, always with a few members\n  I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah\n  Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us\n  Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air\n\n  My Too Turnts don't fuck around\n  Hot shit flame, we burn him down\n  Hollows bangin' out that 40 cal'\n  Bitch, they outside lurkin' now\n  Thought only God could judge us\n  He got 60 years on the murder trial\n  Can switch the flow, I'm versatile\n  I'm ahead of y'all by a hundred miles\n\n  These niggas soft, my bro a savage, he play a cold game\n  Quick to hop out right in traffic like he got road rage\n  30 shots, he keep on clappin' until his soul rage\n  Head down, they caught him nappin' and took his whole brain\n  These bitches trippin', I been on cappin', back to my old way\n  A lot of niggas trickin', that's what's keepin' all these hoes safe\n  Liquor in me, bend it over, kill it, don't do foreplay\n  She gon' wanna lick me way I'm drippin' in these Dolces\n\n  New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas\n  No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah\n  Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas\n  Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah\n  Truth spitter, always with a few members\n  I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah\n  Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us\n  Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air\n\n  Yeah, Cap's with us, with the kid, young and rich\n  Block still mixed with Fent', come get a pinch\n  Don't let the anger get you killed, this shit get real\n  Eastside 30 sticks, I'm tryna blitz\n\n  I hope the gang don't look surprised, I'm droppin' five\n  He ain't even hit my bitch, but shit, he tried\n  I catch him out with all his shit, might get him robbed\n  I'm this trim, not 'cause I'm hatin', 'cause he a bitch\n\n  Might pour a six, I'm drinkin' Wock', no, this ain't Tris\n  And on the guys, before I cry, I'm tryna slide\n  Got a few niggas, I don't fuck with you niggas\n  Ever since I got rich, they been tryna stop shit, tuh\n\n  New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas\n  No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah\n  Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas\n  Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah\n  Truth spitter, always with a few members\n  I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah\n  Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us\n  Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air\n"}]