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    Ua bros on a beat
    We gon save them streets, we got em, got em
    Ua got em, tricky got em, can’t say shit bout me
    Bitch
    Was, am, will be always true, you call me g
    G
    Still hating on me, putting blame on me
    Bitch, bitch
    Jumping outta coupe, you jump on a d
    D
    Thank you may be free, yeah bitch you are free

    Tricky, tricky
    Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
    Tricky, tricky
    Riding for all of his peeps, hoe

    Block, blocka
    Ballin’ so hard when I’m taking that ball
    I’m taking my time, then I’m grabbing that all
    Look at my wrist when I’m reaching my goal
    Follow thru’ shit when I’m swishing dat ball

    Fuck it up
    Fuck it up
    Fuck it up
    Fuck it up
    Fuck it up
    Fuck it up
    Ukraine in this B
    You’re Never gon’ fuck it up

    “Bro, your my bro, come on let’s get it”
    Said slime ball and left the building

    I step out the crib
    And make my shit popin
    Don’t hang whit no rats
    That just not how I’m rocking
    Full of design
    You now homie popin
    Fuckin’ your bitch and she don’t wanna stop

    UA got rich of the vatos
    In the hood man ride around whit choppa
    My gang whit me
    Fell like el chapo
    Most of you rappers is not hard
    Rolling in back in the car
    Rolling in back in the car
    I really don’t have a heart
    I really don’t have a heart
    Some of my my homies still rob
    Doing the job
    On the block
    Some of my homies still rob
    Sending ’em hoes on a block

    I step out the crib
    And make my shit popin
    Don’t hang whit no rats
    That just not how I’m rocking
    Full of design
    You now homie popin
    Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop

    UA trapin whit huncho
    Sipping moxito and smokin on dope
    Fuckin your bitch and she bringing me doe
    She ain’t bringing me money
    I kick down the hoe
    She ain’t bringing me bags man
    She gotta roll
    It trap man 24/7 still go
    Gang gang whit me
    You now how we roll
    Salut to my brother
    That sending them hoes

    I step out the crib
    And make my shit popin
    Don’t hang whit no rats
    That just not how I’m rocking
    Full of design
    You now homie popin
    Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop

    Mane we came from the lutck
    It was hard
    Shoutout to my brotha
    He put me on bars
    He show me hot to rap
    He show me how be hard
    Sometimes it was hard
    But we made it too far
    We made too far
    Sometimes it was hard but we made it too far bitch ouuu
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