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Ayy, y'all ain't got no weed rolled up, foe? Long live The King Draco Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother (go) We really be steppin' on shit, that nigga try to run, he fall, he fucked (come here) I gave him ten, Jeff gave him five, I guess that wasn't enough (Glenn) 7.62s up out the Drac', they hurt, they fucked Leal up (bitch) I shoot too fast, can't run, you slow, hit the floor, you won't get up How the fuck you in the streets and ain't got no body, lil' nigga? That