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Jd On Tha TrackIceberg want a bag, bitch
We pop out at your party, I’m with the gangAnd it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chainI’m a killer, girl, I’m sorry, but I can’t changeWe ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hits your brainWe come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thingIt’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my nameThem killers rock with me, lil’ nigga, don’t get banged‘Cause they’ll do the job for me while I hop on a plane
She don’t like her body, left the doctor with a new shapeBlowing up my phone ’cause she just see me with my new baeHeartbreaker, ladies love me like I’m Cool JShe was tryna cling onto a nigga, but it’s too lateBooked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcaseAnd every single dollar in these bands gotta blue faceDiamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it’s Blu-RayThe way that I been ballin’ should make the cover of 2KShow out for the summer I might pull up in a new WraithDissin’ on the gang that’s gon’ only get your crew chasedAnd we hawk shit down, better tighten up yo shoe laceLil’ bro get up close let the Glock 22 spray
We pop out at your party, I’m with the gangAnd it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chainI’m a killer, girl, I’m sorry, but I can’t changeWe ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hits your brainWe come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thingIt’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my nameThem killers rock with me, lil’ nigga, don’t get banged‘Cause they’ll do the job for me while I hop on a plane
Oh-ohh-ohh, yeahI call lil’ broHe said he ready for the stain (said he ready for the stain)What you claim? You a lameYou ain’t never put in pain (put in pain)So I be around some killersThat go crazy for the gang (they go crazy for the game)If I showed you all my chargesYou won’t look at me the same (you won’t look at me the same)Made some choices in my lifeI wish I never had to make (wish I never had to make)Lost my brother, seen him dieAnd I just seen him graduate (I just seen him graduate)Got that .40 on my sideAnd I’m just rollin’ past the Jakes (I’m just rollin’ past jakes)Bro, my hands can do the jobAnd I ain’t talkin’ masturbateI was in and outta state (state)‘Cause I had a bag to make (bag to make)I risked my life but it’s aight‘Cause God ain’t let me pass away (pass away)Fuck tomorrow, spin the blockJust know we comin’ back today (back today)I call Polo, he come dolo, we get ’em the fast way
We pop out at your party, I’m with the gangAnd it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chainI’m a killer, girl, I’m sorry, but I can’t changeWe ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hits your brainWe come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thingIt’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my nameThem killers rock with me, lil’ nigga, don’t get banged‘Cause they’ll do the job for me while I hop on a plane
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