(You killed this, Keyz)
Rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
We don't fear no cops, we shoot anyone
You cannot compete, we already won
Bitch I'm rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
Rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
We don't fear no cops, we shoot anyone
You cannot compete, we already won
Bitch I'm rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
Run in on yo block, we gon' shoot your friend
Please do not compete, 'cause we tend to win
Roaring out the engine, we got many men
Whippin out with hundreds, ain't no 50 cent
Yeah yeah yeah
I get this cash and advance
All of this money be ripping my pants
Nigga we stay in Atlanta
Know that the demon we whippin' been moving real fast
I mix the lean with the Fanta
Might be allergic, I think that shit gave me a rash
All of these niggas, they hoes
They bleeding like bitches
I'm going around giving them pads
I keep them bands on my neck
Glock on my hip, I don't respond to threats
Money is taking your bitch
I promise lil nigga you won't get her back
It's true that I walk with a stack
Glock on my hip make my pockets look fat
Yeah my pants from France
Cash piles on me when I dance
Looking at my bitch, I can tell she want it
If I want you dead, ain't no way around it
Had to keep that hoe 'cause the head astounding
You must leave the block 'cause my niggas coming
Rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
We don't fear no cops, we shoot anyone
You cannot compete, we already won
Bitch I'm rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
Rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
We don't fear no cops, we shoot anyone
You cannot compete, we already won
Bitch I'm rolling on yo block, we got plenty guns
Nigga talking shit, boy I keep that heat on me
Your bitch sucking dick, nigga she gon' - she gon' eat
All I feel is lips, nigga she don't need no teeth
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