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Second Deal

πŸ‘€ Lil 6 β€’ 🎼 Sack or No Sack β€’ ⏱️ 2:19
🎡 2733 characters
⏱️ 2:19 duration
πŸ†” ID: 23645188

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(Who is Shadz, nigga?)

We shoot, don't miss, gon' be a hat soon as we catch him
We crack Glocks, they change 'em every
Time as soon as them bullets hit him
I can't stop smokin' five, the way they
Creased his ass, sent him to jizzle
Know they gon' testify, so soon as you
Catch his ass, make sure you kill him
Uh, want beef with me? Stay out the streets, this shit too real
I know a bitch, her brother died
Got put to sleep, she fucked the killer
He took a risk, he tried to spin up on his side, we turned him victim
Draco blew his ass a kiss, fucked up his ride and left him twitchin'

Been knew that he was a bitch
Should've stayed inside whΠ΅re he was safΠ΅
Tried to bring his ass outside, we left him face-first by that gate
You ain't gotta tell me to pick no sides, OTX the only way
I really know how niggas get slimed
They come around, I throw the bait
Uh, I'm really slimy, throw that move and I'll do it to 'em
I heard some niggas died tryna prove a point, I proved it to 'em
I ain't even gotta tell my niggas slide, they already doin' it to 'em
Two deep, ridin' with switches, I have
Some killers, swear they too influenced

We shoot, don't miss, gon' be a hat soon as we catch him
We crack Glocks, they change 'em every
Time as soon as them bullets hit him
I can't stop smokin' five, the way they
Creased his ass, sent him to jizzle
Know they gon' testify, so soon as you
Catch his ass, make sure you kill him
Uh, want beef with me? Stay out the streets, this shit too real
I know a bitch, her brother died
Got put to sleep, she fucked the killer
He took a risk, he tried to spin up on his side, we turned him victim
Draco blew his ass a kiss, fucked up his ride and left him twitchin'

All that killin' shit they talkin', fabricated, they ain't did it
I know real shaker, stalker, tryna run down, make 'em feel it
I keep real killers 'round me, can't have no nigga that's pretendin'
We gon' run down, catch you walkin', be on every car that's tinted
Baba chase him, he keep talkin', hit they shit up out the Civic
I been spinnin' way too often, I been tweakin' with my bitch
Fuck the opps, I'm givin' coffin, I been sittin' back throwin' blicks
I'm gettin' tired of niggas talkin'
They don't even know they made the list
Bitch, I been sippin' Tris like coffee, sippin' broke-ass niggas' rent
Twenty K, bitch, just to talk, he
Bought some golds, that nigga finished
I can't hear these niggas talkin', up a hundred, can't say shit
Fuck they thought? Bitch, I been rappin'
Four months, know these niggas pissed

Man, free my brother, nigga
I'm up a hundred-plus
I been rappin' four months, know these niggas pissed, nigga
They been doin' this shit for years
Four months, hundred-plus, on my second deal
Free my brother, nigga

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