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I ain't on the block, tryna serve no rock
If you got a problem with that, then you can kiss my Glock
Runnin' up the bag, I cannot stop until my breathing stop
I got red inside my Sprite, it look like blood, I don't be drinking wock'
I drop two more Xan in the drink and my cup get to…