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Ayy Ewell

I don’t want no autotune, fuck all that shit

This how they want me to come

Back the fuck up, ayy, ayy

That’s the way it go

I’ma hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go

Got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know

Niggas talk that shit but they don’t even know who made the O

Drop a bag on your head, my shooters get paid to blow

Fuck around and slide through the O like I’m from the O

Let off 23 then 7 more, that’s how I come for bro

T. Roy ain’t get shot inside his head but he ain’t make it though

They got so many dead niggas, bitch, I don’t know who to smoke

I don’t know who to smoke, but I’ll take Lil Boo to go

I can see him through the smoke (Ayy, ayy)

Caught his ass comin' out the crib, shot him through the door

Tweakin' off the mids, I think Lil Steve comin' through the floor

He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain’t get to finish his status

He on the internet laughin', cappin', then got caught without it

Fuck your homie, he dead, you heard what I said

Fuck Sheroid, fuck Odee, fuck D-Thang, and fuck Tire Head

You niggas hoes to me, you couldn’t even get close to me

I keep my heater, It’s right by my side, so watch how you walk when approachin'

me

Baldy got smoked by a tree, run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a

leaf

Now they chalkin' up the street, for walkin' up the street, please stop talkin'

up the beef

J Money got it the worst of me, that’s how it’s 'posed to be

It’s a lot of niggas that I’m not even gon' mention but they where they 'posed

to be, uh

Niggas be thinkin' they killers, uh, you look like a ghost to me, uh

Boy, I been smokin' your homie, uh, this shit chokin' me

Mentioning Scrapp ain’t gon' get you shit but a brand new grave slab

We do it for Scrapp, we done fucked around and made 600 change blocks

I’m fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same Glock

You know what it is, we comin' for more, might shoot up the same block

These niggas mentionin' Tooka, I’ll fuck around, send you to meet him

Uh, I don’t got my Glock, when I see an opp, on bro, I’ma beat 'em

Uh, I’m smokin' Lil Steve can’t breath, I’m thinkin' it’s over

I wish I was right there when Lil Boo got slumped, I would’ve ran his shit over

(Hold on, hold on, hold on, who this Steve on?)

Pass him to me, we’ll just add him to the family tree

Smacked his ass with the back of the heat

Stello got hit from the back of the seat

Damn, the back of the seat?

He tried to get up from the back of the seat

They left his head in the back of the seat

Murder? Who you murdered?

Talkin' 'bout you flippin' shit, what? A burger?

Boy, you nervous, uh, you ain’t never shot no one in person

You niggas bitches, where y’all purses?

Man you niggas went and dyed y’all hair on purpose

But was it worth it? How that’s workin'?

Man I wouldn’t be surprised if they start twerkin'

Told 'em stay in tune, bitch, I’m workin', uh

Please don’t think shit chicken, this ain’t Church’s, uh

Tired of puttin' niggas in these hearses, uh

I should get a million for these verses, uh

On foenem grave

You already know how this shit go

Got my blick on me, got my stick on me

Back the fuck up

All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas

Memo, stop wearin' that fake ass shit out your daddy van (Bitch)

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