[Lyric] Nation (C3 Official)

Aim at his dead
I want every opp dead

Hook

If he try to run feed em a casing

It’s money game nigga we ain’t racing

More chip only thing that I’m chasing

Strike em with lead, like we at the station



Man I’m slippin I’m hot im blazing

But I smoke on yo homie he give me some patience

He started floating then he started phasin
Tell em we ain’t finna do it if ain’t for the nation

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Cheat on me bitch that’s gon cost you some racks

Like gimme her shit and she won’t get it back

I Say the word know they attack

Please do not run bc this is not track



MIA get found off the map

And really u pussy you know where I’m at

And no u Can’t run from the strap

I cock that bitch back it’s gon open yo back



He get put up in wrap
He get put with the glaaattt

Beat his ass give em a gap

We make niggas take permanent naps



Gs is her armor she not wearing flak

Man he shoulda ducked shoot em till he quack

Off a lil henny off a lil yak

Yeah yo lil homie that’s new pack

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Like really we’ll put you to sleep forever

We can show up it don’t matter the weather

Make his float up to god like a feather

Get stomped tf out just for thinking you clever


I’m going nuts professor

Catch him we rip his ass up like some leather

Don’t try to compete I can see you’re my lesser

You play wit my money I turn up the pressure



Catch them in traffic get bumper to bumper

We gon burn all the oops up then some lumber

Put his ass sleep forever he slumber

Where yo homies go it’s making me wonder



Driven by Insatiable hunger

Better make sure that head stat covered

Put my opps in the ground they gon sunder

Hit his ass with the light he thought he heard thunder

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