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[Intro: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
BmAll I see is scrubs DFace mean mugged BmOn a couple drugs BmSmoke with migo plug BmFTP my blood BmGrey the fucking gang EmBoy, stay in your lane
[Verse I: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
BmNever high, just maintain AHate this fame, hate this game ATake these shoes, lasF#t a day BmOil flowing through my veins Lil Remains, that make that sF#tain BmY'all look good in celGlophane BmMane, insane, real blade GSwing it through your fucking brain BmI said fuck 'em, we got a pF#roblem? BmFuck you gonna do with it? I think nada Just a perBmsona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain) PoppingBm xans to make you mad, I know you wantG some BmRolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling BmGot an ounce of the coke, white sDnow floating BmRiver road shawty, Yung ChriF#st, one chosen BmSlick tote the AK-47 stolen, woadGie joscing
[Verse II: SNOWMANE]
BmAll of y'all are oF#ver-saturating 'Preme and Bape BmBitch it's FTP all fucking day, aF#ll y'all look the fucking same BmFuck the fame, fuck a lane F#Bitch I'm bout to swerve into the tBmoll booth and scrape the chanDge Bring out your dead and blaming iBmt on Yung Plague DBitch I pull up with the K BmK9 by my right leg 'till I say OK BmK9 on his hind legs rDipping off your face BmAll I gotta say is GG*59 until the grave BmOne color, twF#o numbers BmThree fingers in the sky amDongst the thunder BmI'm like fuck the others DI'ma bring the ruckus BmI might fuck your bitch F#She swears she suffers under the covers BmI'ma-I'ma-I'ma hell hound, hDell bound, shawty wanna dime BmI'ma sell pounds, sell pounds, shF#awty said she might BmLet them bells pound, bells pound, Gshawty wanna cry BmI'm like fuck it every night Keep tuDrning black, I close my eyes