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Need to roll one up
(D-D-Diamond with you?)
You know the fuckin´  I´ma roll one up
I´ma roll

(Shaman Beatz)
(This is Nasty)
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
(It´s Kosfinger, baby)

Spin through that block, niggas know that they sweep
I told BBG, "Hop out the V"
Word to my dead, I ain´t takin no chances
I´ma up ´til I see that they bleed (Grrah, grrah)
Like I said it before, I´ma say it again
All Amiri, you know that´s the jeans (All Amiri)
Got this .40, it´s stuck in my jeans

Niggas know that I´m really a tweak
On bro, I do not play when it comes to the streets

Yeah, even, the opposition know we lit
Talkin´ on Notti, you know you a pack
I´ma spin through that block with hella fuckin´ grips
Ten toes, I don´t need an assist
I´ma make me a basket every fuckin´ trip
Two poles, and I call up B Hound (Ayy, ayy)
Man, you know that he really sturdy in that whip

Ayy, ayy, Glock on my hip on the left side
Tryna spin, take a trip through the west side
Ayy, ayy, I´m tryna spin, make a Jet fly
Put a hole in his face and his left eye
Like, smokin´ on Face till my chest lock
Like, you know I got a laser to catch mine
Like, with this K, man, I feel like a death god
I´m tryna hop out and bang it to test mine

Niggas be cappin´ they punchlines
This a .40, been feelin´ like fuck .9s
I roll a .40, get dumb fried
Like, we put out law and order for tough guys
Look, if them niggas ain´t on it, we cut ties
Tryna score, but you know we don´t clutch knives
Buddy a goner, slipped, and now he dumb high
I might fuck on his daughter for one time

Grrah, look
I might fuck on his daughter for one time
Like, look
If I pass her to bro, then it´s punch time, grrah
Ain´t no shootin´ far, BBG
Yeah, you know that´s the punchline, grrah

Told the opps stop dyin´, we smokin´ that boy, he went out

That´s on bro, yeah, they diss for the clout
Like, yeah, they know what we really about
Like, and I don´t gotta talk in this rap shit
´Cause they know that we really just clap shit
And they know that I´m jackin´ OY
Original Gangsta ´til day that I die
Like, and you know I can´t switch on the guys
Yeah, I do this for Notti and Dot

Look, get off the net, all that cappin´, ain´t movin´
We see 12, automatic illusion
Like, I like to hit from the back and go stupid

And, yeah, when she make it clap, yeah, it´s actually moving
Look, and if I got the strap, I won´t pass it, I boom it (Look)
Why you cappin´, bro, actually use it
I´m tryna slide out a bat and make music
Like you should hear this shit clappin´, it´s actually stupid
I´m not actually human
And I won´t never ask you to do shit
Look, bitch, I be packin´, two grips
Ay, got cooked, he was lackin´, couldn´t do shit
Like, we got the addy, to spin
Ever see him, smash him with this new gen
Like I´m forever gonna be on some cool shit
Like, but don´t make me lose it

Spin through that block, niggas know that they sweep
I told BBG, "Hop out the V"
Word to my dead, I ain´t takin´ no chances
I´ma up ´til I see that they bleed (Grrah, grrah)
Like I said it before, I´ma say it again
All Amiri, you know that´s the jeans (All Amiri)
Got this .40, it´s stuck in my jeans
Ayy, ayy, Glock on my hip on the left side
Tryna spin, take a trip through the west side
Ayy, ayy, I´m tryna spin, make a Jet fly
Put a hole in his face and his left eye
Like, smokin´ on Face till my chest lock
Like, you know I got a laser to catch mine
Like, with this K, man, I feel like a death god
I´m tryna hop out and bang it to test mine