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We spin a block on a oppa and if they don't see us you know I'm reversin
Shawty was makin a show for the gram, so I had to tell her it's curtains
I never be politicing wit my mans, cuz they be same ones who lurkin
Lil homie said he wanna get me Chanel, I told him come back wit a birkin
Let my chain hang
Free all my dawgs in the chaingang
These rappers be claiming they gang bang
(!)But when comin to feds they would sang sang
In a foreign I'm switchin these lane lanes
I'm dripping for times it would rain pain
And it's RIP Pop, tell all my opps, if they want my spot gotta aim aim
So
Don't make it hot
Don't make it hot when I pull up
I heard them youngins got the drop so now I got my hood up
I'm never talking to a cop, run up wish you woulda
When I walk in the spot, everything stop
So
I'm from BK where it's litty
In the Ps but ain't never met Diddy
Diamonds dancin you would think it was shiggy
Nother hitta on my line said he miss me
Won't get a text back or a post up
And ya ex mad they a whole dub
If you want-smoke imma roll up
Pull up close range in a rover (like... hollup)
What's all that subbin about
All my youngins be really movin wit them keys, the way they would run in ya house
I'm the best in my city but times two
Marry money is something that I do
They still look up to me but I'm 5'2
From the East where them shawties would line you
So
Don't make it hot
Don't make it hot when I pull up
I heard them youngins got the drop so now I got my hood up
I'm never talking to a cop, run up wish you woulda
When I walk in the spot, everything stop
Young Devyn
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