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There goes no spring Well I wish this storm would come Storm would come now Well I wish this storm would come Storm would come now Michael Michael not the bully that's the switchy Gang stand over, understood me Half his face going from the foot Tried to run, but he just couldn't And they tried to stop the blood, they couldn't They put him on his grill, they cook Belt to ass, he got a whoop And I slide Maybach with the cushions It's 30,000 for the book But 20 Bands to get you tucked My shooter is short, they overlooked him The brook, swerving E-way out of brook' Might drop Tesla in my soda I'm a bloody money folder Yеah, it's me Huh, let's do it, huh We got in that V, ain't one soul, hesitate Brody feed Drake to a nigga's soul She made bro levitate Never be up on my nigga belt She made bro heavyweight Yeah, hit the Vegas, boost the mind I like my hoes two a time And I don't put shit up my nose But I been out here doing lines Bloody steppers, they make their black forces Look like Louboutins You call this shit, you gotta change Cause I just wanna see my shooter shine My shooter's killing shooters That's why all your shooters dead A nigga tried to walk down on the block Heard money on my head Shit I ain going Bitch I want that car Even if That bitch fall Shit I got hit up with that Drake and that shit left war scars Sip drink raw The V is bomb poof get up on you tryna warn you If my youngin' wanna beatin', then he gon' swarm me I go anywhere I want to, I do anything I want to Found my bitch off the Explore page, now I'm searchin' for her tonsils I like deuces of the Trish, and I pour lean into my soda cups Bro, the mint, it in this Glock is sick That shit just keep on throwin' up Throw this shit like Jalen Hurts I throw it till I fuck my shoulder up If she was smart, she would've gave me brain But I guess that bitch ain't know enough Bought a switch, he got the low, and threw my future out the V Niggas really ride wave, cause bitch, I made the wave to ride Niggas tryna sneak diss, bitch, that's the quickest way to die Bitch, we made our own religion, nigga, that's how we survive Pay for killings, we don't do that Toss to Ogun, thought you knew that Did a bloody sacrifice, wish Eleguà could bring the crew back Swing my choppers, this a fully When this bitch blow, better move back Bitch, I made it out the trenches Out the dirt, bitch, I'm the new Shaq (Yeah, it's me) We caught Jack the whip and yak, bro caught a hat right out the V It's our smackers, head-tappers, ain't no actors in the V I'm in charge, brodie put belt to a nigga, got five stars, no bap Rockin' denim tears When I got that call Dul died, I done dropped a tear And I cannot name a soul, a nigga that I fear I could feel it in my soul, I smell death in the air You