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Bring it closer though

Jimmy bring it closer

Jimmy bring it closer

Man i'm out here on these streets man i'm out here wyling

I'm with the young bloods and we're paper chasing

Mm ayy come here

If it gets peak can't mission abort

Spin this car let's grab some corn

Opp block let it roar

Lost the war he got bored

Tripped up

How's your life i don't know

Was it bad leave me alone

If you ain't gang don't call my phone

I'm insane dish out shells

Give man hell fucking hell

Who got chinged i can't tell

Got the drop he got impaled

We got shells proper bells

Can't you tell we do shit

And not tell

Them man chatty like some girls fucking hell

She like me 'cause i'm road

I fell in love with the rules

I turned one into two

I fell in love with my tool

I turned one into three

I fell in love with the fiends

I turn a nine to half a b

Coulda p**a boy on the tee

Microwave 'cause i'm lazy

Quick from the baby

F**k them man they love raving

A man put splash on the pavement

Come back your boy you done left him

I might p**a splash on your bredrin

Gas stove i'm amazing

I just p**a splash on my apron

This ain't a gang

This is a family

Bad one wanna get to know the crew

She wan' flex she wan' hang

On stage didn't need no bally

Just my khaki and my rammy

Yo v swing the caddy

Just cool my guy's too angry

Juice on tops red like cranberry

My man's wet he's a fanny

Just lined four dots up in the alley

Little bro gon' hit them so casually

Two cakes on me

No way can i drive my whip

So i'ma just call up a cabbie

Goin' past east when he cuttin' through

We look familiar

B**h i'm the man

I look familiar

She wanna hang

I know she feeling us

We smoking the opps

Baby girl bill it up

Fifteen i bought my first pole

Shoulda spend my dough on

I'm addicted to the pros

And she just wanna tally woah

But she gon' have to hold this hammer

I'm a gentlemanly gangster

Your man is not a real trapper

And he don't make more than my bagger

Hit the wray and i'ma stagger

She a tally i'ma slap her

I ain't stopping for the x5's

'cause black lives really matter

F**k the opps them man are cappers

I'm a rockstar not a rapper

I'm a twelve gauge double tapper

I'm a fully auto trigger basher

98 lemonade shit

Hop out and move crazy

I can talk about paigons

'cause i leave man slumped on the pavements

Grip it i ain't playing

It's nintendo man start spraying

This car come far a fuego

See you later hasta luego

Bad b wan' suck and f**k tally i love big bum

Double s then i cut

I can't stay must be dumb

Pullin' back like yagga

Come taste this dagger

Leave him red like santa

98 gang pull up do the mazza

F**k them man they're not built right

Rap trap and i drill right

Deep thoughts i wan' spill mine

F**d the whip up the first time

Drop the white like the milkman

They're not bad they don't know brave

I run man down in my colgates

I take man's girl i got no game

Kept my shank with me the whole day

I'm too bait i can't show face

I wet man up and his

You step wrong i step different

I need patience when i'm fishing

I need space i need distance

Know my face i'm consistent

They know the place they went missing

If i wanna buck my guys in the eight

I gotta cut through the eight

Oh shit man i swear that's jakes

They pree man's plate i check their names

And don't get caught with your gyal

Too bad don't care if she's sweet

And it's long if you buck into gang

Pull up your pants with your boys and skeet

And i laugh when big man cut

Scraping up cars what a mug

Packed out whips few waps up

Petty on e what the f**k

Jakes at my door in suits and stuff

Tellin' mum some gruesome stuff

Really i should bake with the sweetest one

Instead i'm outside with this phone and grub

Sniffer wants a full of bine niggas know i keep mine

Take precaution when you ride leave rebelling on your mind

Take the clip out the mac put it in a glock 9

I'm a problem for the opps i can put that on my life

I can't stall for the feds i'm on the back of the ped

Two waps on the bev trip up and you're dead

I can't lack on the curb fifty cal she a bird

When the gang mash work you might end up on a shirt