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Like Damn
Triple Seven we got you present
New op hope he made it to heaven
And you know that the curse come with blessing
Cause word around town the lil' brody was telling
Shit ain't been the same since you gone
It be seeming like shit just go wrong
When it come to the street shit our niggas is beefing
And know that shit all get along
Gotta speak all that real through my songs
Got my brother if he right or wrong
Fuck the opps we be up on the score
Fuck the opps they put one on the board
That's too much
Let me stop
I'm just glad he got put in the box
That's for trying be something you not
I'm big E.O.S thats for everyone shot
Move tact I think everyone cops
LilGhost I'm everyone's op
That's me Kait and Nevaeh on everyone's block
Tryna hang out the v two hands on the knocks
End the function got gang in the spot
Stop bluffing you gang or you not
We really bugging we flaming the spot
You not a gangsta you making it hot
I see Skrt do some real shit
Take the chain off his neck and he gave it the Guap
I know Chapo gon' drill shit
Cause he came with a beam that's attached to the glock
E said spit that real shit
Cause he know that its in me I'm never gon' stop
We gon' slide like a field trip
It's just me and my niggas a whole lot of chops
I get a baddie to line you
You think that she love you she helping me find you
No it ain't no where to cry to
Beam on his back ain't no where to hide to
Hey bro got the uppin and I'm right there behind
If you hang with the opps they gon' die right beside you
You not a gangsta ain't no one live to
If I'm smoking your dead the lil' bro get high too
Like what
Like damn
I keep on clicking clicking till it jam
Like what
Like damn
Get off of that live and get back for your man
What's up with the dissing you used to be fans
He won't come on the east and won't step on the land
Im Mr. Click it Hop Out let it spam
I'm smoking on Rolo whole 28 grams