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[TRAP DYLAN]

I be where them thugs and them drugs be
Dark drank yeah we pourin' up on the Hennessy
Hunnid shots from the AR-15
On yo block rest in peace, to all my enemies
Shoutout to my dog that's gon' teach me something different
Put me on the game and pray to God that I listen
Runnin' with the streets got plenty of intermissions
Yeah the money slow can't fuck up with the intention
Got old heads lookin' down I been on my fuckin' roll
Can't look like no clown I ain't no motherfuckin fucking joke
Yo bitch in love with me becausе of the very fuckin' strokes
Sеrve it to any fiend like it's fresh off the boat

[BLOKKA $OLO]

Hustle be getting this paper til these motherfuckers kill me
They rockin' to the rhythm while i'm rockin' in the kitchen
These crackers in my pockets die for blood but they be crippin'
Big 30 on my ass like mid life crisis but I ain't trippin' nigga
R-I-P
Dub-A-K-E (WAKE)
My veins still pump concrete
My name steady run the street
On the west bumpin' SMOKIE G
My hoe lost faith in me

All the fame don't bring no peace
But the cash feel good to me
All the drugs got used to me
Fuck a pack I need like 3
Enemies don't worry me
When I die they'll know a G
Mom don't cry it's destiny
I'mma shine til they lit me
Headstones and Hennessy
All the future got for me

That paper help a nigga take the pain away
That P help a motherfucker stay away
On that lean I can never fuckin' stay awake
Rain rain rain on me
Please don't ever go away