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Edgar Hoskins
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Larry Blacksher
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Enaris Hosking
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Letras
Yeah, you know, spaz out, you know, huh
Yeah, yeah, slow down
I just did 3 months, I laid down, now I'm back
I just did a turn around, and I ain't break a sweat
They hating on a youngin', fuck them ****, this ain't that
ShakeBack four times, pussy **** this where it's at
It's ShakeBack Gang pussy **** yeah it's that
And free my **** Perky, 'til they let my **** back
I got some pure drywall but I sell it like it's crack
And all that rappin', like you steppin', like you wit' it, you get whacked
Ayy, I'm wit' my young ****
You wanna come record with Rio bring a gun with you
My lil' **** 16, but the drum 50
I'm drinking red, but the bitch I'm wit' a cum sipper
Ayy, bitch, I'm tryna catch a body
Give me a .38, and two Glocks, kill everybody
Ayy, see I've been fuckin' since a young ****
Youngest **** ever made his teacher cum ****
I never rode the short bus, but I'm a dumb ****
The AR got breast cancer, I felt the lump in it
I broke a Russian Cream down, and put some runts in it
Then drunk a 6 of red raw, can't feel my tongue ****
I walked in with big K and put a drum in it
Put my dick up in her stomach feel the lump in it
Don't stunt with bro straps, it's not really your guns ****
Don't stunt with bro racks, it's not really your funds ****
Ain't shit sweet, but the Glock got honeybun in it
Shoot him in his leg with a K, make him run different
Boy that pop light as well, you dropped a one in it
I'm finna drink a pint of wocky with my young ****
You sound dumb ****, you think you make me run ****
Ain't ducking how shit I keep a gun ****
Took a **** bitch to work she got the tall looking
Then your ass picked it up and got the tall kids
Pour punch in the nose, leave a **** knocked out
This 40 on me pull it out, then you get popped now
I call my **** Bally up, it ain't no talking now
Spaz pulling up with the stick, you getting hawked down
**** hating on the young I'm only six-teen
My name ring bells, and I ain't even six feet
**** pussies out here acting if you aks me
Fuck around and leave a pussy on a backstreet
Bullet got a **** jumping like a athlete
I'm in a sleeve, I won't let these **** catch me
I came swerving with a mac tryna tax him
I drive myself, you won't catch me in no taxis
Kill him in the studio, I don't rap beef
Leave a **** body wrapped, like some packed meat
Still 'ill beat a **** ass if he packing heat
I sold a half a spliff, and they just cut the trap beat
Written by: Edgar Hoskins, Enaris Hosking, Larry Blacksher