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I couldn’t believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist, she got attached

And C.O.D, you see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, he did a dance

Sizzlac dead, and they don’t post him on the 'Gram

Say, «Free my niggas», swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, it couldn’t shake, he want him dead

Boy, play with me, we got Glock’s in BnB’s

And there’s a difference from a robber and a thief

Taliban ain’t do no drugs, but when he kill shit, he get geeked

I knew that nigga was dead when he popped up on my feed

My opps they crippin', but lately they had to bleed

See, uh, that Glock right on my lap, not under the seat

Free my nigga, he a nightmare, he a dream

Hit the floor, pray for my niggas, for the mail they won’t receive

They got my nigga behind the wall

And crodie kill so much shit, that he had to find Allah

And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law

Lil' bitch, I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause

On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell them go

Wrap the plug, if we can’t get to him, wrap his little bro

From the 6ix, but I got 36 all in the brick

My OG, he so goofy, he ain’t know that I was here

I couldn’t believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist, she got attached

And C.O.D, you see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, he did a dance

Sizzlac dead, and they don’t post him on the 'Gram

Say, «Free my niggas», swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, it couldn’t shake, he want him dead

Huh, thought he was a shooter 'til he got his ass shot

Ain’t running out of money

Bitch, we running out of opps

Just caught a play for ten-thousand, I spent that shit on Glocks

He spent ten on this chain, he should’ve saved it for a box

So, I hopped out with that ARP and knocked him out his socks

He called my phone, laughing, told me, «Watch that shit on Fox»

They thought 'cause I got money that the murder’s gon' stop, nah

I’m on that front line in the trenches with my akhs

Ain’t stoppin' 'til they all dead, I put that on the code

My niggas down the road doing life without parole

That fake ass gangster image he portray got exposed

When he went in front the judge and he told

I couldn’t believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist, she got attached

And C.O.D, you see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, he did a dance

Sizzlac dead, and they don’t post him on the 'Gram

Say, «Free my niggas», swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, it couldn’t shake, he want him dead