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Angry Vibes Aye, whoo, bands, real niggas, whoo Real niggas live by the code Catch a ni*** lacking with my fuc*** bros I don't f*** with opps all y'all niggas hoes Met a few women, y'all can get exposed With my ni*** 9, yeah, up the pump Put it to your nose and your body froze Doing trill, catch another body though Like that's my fuc*** hobby yo I'm a real ni*** in the field witcha Do a trill with you and my lil' niggas Keep it trill papa, couple bills witcha' King Trippie keep it real witcha' I'm a real ni*** and a field witcha' Doing trill with you with my lil' niggas Keep it trill papa, couple bills witcha' King Trippie keep it real witcha' Lil ni*** let the bodies fly Young ni*** so traumatized Told me gas git, all my niggas ride Don't make me make another momma cry Doing trill, catch another homicide Based ni***, you got butterflies? Choppa at your 30, you afraid to die? King Trippie, ni***, f*** the other side Trill, trill, got all this jewelry Medicine, they new to me Your bitch new to you, she ain't new to me I ain't really with the fuc*** foolery Pussy nin in these fuc*** diamonds Bad bitch and I'm fuc*** shining Got a bad bitch from the fuc*** Onyx Take your dreams to the fuc*** islands Cause these guys don't realize When they talking fly, man it's suicide Don't talk through it, ni***, do or die Nobody else, ni***, you and I Big choppa, I might let the bullets fly That red dot right between your eyes Yeah I play pu***, what you niggas try? Cause that gon beat the night, you niggas die Yeah, they talking twos, whoo Robbers in these trues, aye Shining all these jewels, yeah I'm gon play you like a fool, aye Roll them fuc*** blunts, whoo Back them fuc*** blunts, aye Sell them fuc*** blunts, aye Get my fuc*** money, whoo Yeah, they talking twos, whoo Robbers in these trues, aye Shining all these jewels I'm gon play you like a fool, whoo Roll them fuc*** blunts, aye Back them fuc*** blunts, whoo Sell them fuc*** blunts, aye Get my fuc*** money, aye Gang gang ni***, we the best see Dare a ni***, try and test me Got six shots in these cowboys Head shots, ni***, you deadbeat Cause I don't f*** with no f*** niggas If I catch an opp, I might bust ni*** Bands all in my fuc*** pants Reason why I don't trust niggas Cause niggas be on that slurp shit When you wide in the jungle, ni*** Niggas die in my slurp but On again, we gotta rumble ni*** Cause I'm sitting high and I'm fuc*** hoes Real niggas slip on the fuc*** code Went from late nights, pushing buttons cold In the Louie Truey, and I'm fuc*** cold I got a trap queen, gotta up the po' And if a ni*** talking, then I'm fuc*** smoke King Trippie, no fuc*** joke Man, I rep my hood like a fuc*** coach Winning meg, hope you die smoke You white pill like the fuc*** snow All for that codeine and I'm leaning ni*** like a fuc*** slope Aye, leaning off of that codeine, whoo! Promethazine got a ni*** leaning to the left, aye I'm off of that codeine, aye Promethazine, all the drugs, all the drugs
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