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Who the fuck you think you're tryna test,
This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest,
Blud who you think your tryna push,
Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss,
Come now who ya tryna be, tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep
Nah fuck it this is beef, it started in the ends and it will end in the streets
There's a bad boy out on the street that roles deep,
His best friend is his bucky that's unlucky for some,
Especially when he's out on the prowl for fresh meat,
Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun,
And say "Wagwan my son what's going on here?
Who in the hell does that bre think he is over there?
Dropping off a choon ting in his passenger chair,
I'll pull him round with his arrogant stare,
That can't run, not while I breathe air
And he'll find that out before I let him leave here, leave here,
Come 'round my manor beware, beware
Cause I'm bound to be around there somewhere, somewhere
The shoots loose, and so is troops dudes,
With screws loose that'll do anything for the loot,
Like get a bigger man moved, Or pull the trigger round you thinking".
Who the fuck you think you're tryna test,
This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest,
Blud who you think your tryna push,
Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss,
Come now who you tryna be tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep
Nah fuck it this is beef, it started in the ends and it will end in the streets
A car window gets smashed and this man gets bashed,
For acting flash, the man are on him like a rash, for the cash
Out to take every ting but his gash, when the match goes off and his leg makes blood splash
On the dashboard, that's raw, they left him with a smashed jaw,
On top of braking up his ride and popping guy, crash course
Dummy's what he's left like, shadow on his left eye,
All because he flexed like, he could fuck with next guys,
Vexed guys that hex guys if they disrespect guys,
If you ever want a man browned bred, check guys, set alight,
Burn chichy man, get right, get right,
Like when a crew get their set tight
These fucking bubbles should've known that trouble get's hype,
On the double, there's a struggle then you get life, get life,
If you're lucky then the buckey don't take life, take life
Make you just another dead Trife
Who the fuck you think you're tryna test,
This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest,
Blud who you think you're tryna push,
Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss,
Come now who you tryna be tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep,
Nah fuck it this is beef, it started in the end and it will end in the streets
Time to splert, desert the crime scene,
One's got the man's wallet the other is time piece,
But the white geez, the one with the piece,
He almost left it on the street to get found by police,
He's slipping blud, he just left a guy dripping blood,
It's lucky that he had his mitts and gloves else trust they'll get him on his prints,
And well you know what then, good job he thought to think,
Before he acted, backed it mact it,
Revel out and jacked it, smacked it, smashed it,
Left the guy's ride looking like someone crashed it
Show the mother fucker what'll happen if you flash it
Cause these streets are infested with rude bois, rude bois,
The type to run around and kill boys and do boys
Straight up, cut the fuck up, and shoot boys,
Tryna act like they're true boys.
Who the fuck you think you're tryna test,
This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest,
Blud who you think you're tryna push,
Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss,
Come now who you tryna be tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep,
Nah fuck it this is beef, it started in the end and it will end in the streets
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