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Mickey Factz

"Lost n*ggas"

[Intro]
Nowadays everybody want to talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherf*ckers act, like I ain’t strapped, goddamn, goddamn
Nowadays everybody want to talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherf*ckers act, like I ain’t strapped

[Hook]
Run up on em like straight up, I don’t give a f*ck
Down for whatever, down for whatever, down for whatever
n*gga straight up, I don’t give a f*ck (Never gave a f*ck my n*gga)
Down for whatever, down for whatever, down for whatever

[Verse 1]
Raised from the bottom, ain't a motherf*cker, gave a n*gga sh*t, man
Word round town I’m the neighborhood hitman
Clip so long, need a motherf*cking kickstand
Clip so long, need a motherf*cking kickstand
Dade county n*gga till they put me in a pined box
Gooned out, never gave a f*ck about a crime watch
When you hear the (click clack), run n*gga
Matter fact, (click clack), run n*gga
f*ck you even talking bout, find me where the goons at
Strapped up, pus*y n*gga sweeter than a fruit snack
Hit him with the chopper, love to watch a n*gga’s soul rise
f*ck a ski mask, n*gga I ain’t afraid to show mine
Real life O-Dawg, n*ggas know the threat
Feeling like Bishop in a motherf*cking flesh
My mommy ain’t sh*t and my daddy ain’t sh*t
Give a f*ck about me, so as soon as you trip

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Riding with his n*ggas, out on 441
Strapped up, chief keef in the background
Puffing on loud
Liquor all in his system, looking for pus*y on the west side
Light skin girls got the craziest breast size
Who love hood n*ggas
Everybody on the same vibe, f*ck thots
Dip out, grub out, stay high
Not for this n*gga
Juiced up on some movie sh*t
Tryna get violent down for whatever on his moody sh*t
His n*ggas like chill, green n*gga don’t be causing a scene
Just vibe bruh, don’t be starting no sh*t
A loose cannon with nothing to lose
Couldn’t do nothing but cruise
Till he saw a n*gga walking alone, caught in his view
Went & took his strap out
n*gga, why the f*ck you bringing that out
(Ay stop the ride y’all boys wait for me Imma be right back)
Passed the blunt to his n*gga, opened the door, and dipped with a strap like

[Hook]

[Outro]
Ay y’all hold up right quick, I’m bout to get out right quick, hold up
Man, you always tripping for no reason
n*gga just hold on right quick
Just hurry your ass up n*gga
Got pus*y waiting too
Y’all n*ggas straight? Ay hold up, hold up
Ay! Ay!
You better not get your b*tch ass caught, we driving off without your b*tch ass
n*gga you know real n*ggas don’t get caught, chill out n*gga
I told you I’d be back
(click clack)

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