| Fo’nem be poppin' and shit
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| Droppin' them bodies and shit
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| 600 on top of this shit
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| It ain’t no stoppin' this shit
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| Niggas ain’t nothin' at that
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| Boy we got choppers and tecs
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| And we got Glizzys and Macs
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| And there’s 50's in that
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| Ain’t no messin' with that
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| Gotta a Glock with the drum
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| Get a nigga on the run
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| Catch a nigga like a track meet
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| That nigga don’t die
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| I slide to his room
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| I’m squeezing his IV
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| They knowin' they hard
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| They fear me like God
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| My niggas tote Tecs
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| They come and pull back
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| Young Famous the sarge
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| My killas, they kill
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| And 600 my village
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| Don’t come in my reach
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| My niggas got Mondo Burgers
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| Macs like kill a king
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| I am the champ
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| I’m so undefeated
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| My gun transformin' to Sam
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| With Wicke from Even Stevens
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| If niggas want beef
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| They come and see me
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| I feel like I’m Arbys
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| Young Famous the guy
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| I’m permanent fly
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| I’m sharper than sharpies
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| Niggas that sneak diss?
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| A permanent target
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| I catch me a homi-
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| I wrap up the body and put it in carpet
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| Fo’nem be poppin' and shit
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| Droppin' them bodies and shit
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| 600 on top of this shit |
| It ain’t no stoppin' this shit
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| Niggas ain’t nothin' at that
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| Boy we got choppers and tecs
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| And we got Glizzys and Macs
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| And there’s 50's in that
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| Ain’t no messin' with that
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| Got a .45 with no kickback
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| Gotta walk up and push your shit back
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| L’A gang, bitch we gettin' that
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| Smoke your stupid ass like a swisher pack
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| Got more cans than a 6 pack
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| Put this glizzy riqht to your 6 pack
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| Put your hands up, let me get that
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| Got magazines, any issue Jack
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| Bitch I’m Breezo, from 6−0
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| And we kill people, that’s simple
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| We ain’t got it all, bitch we mental
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| We walk around with pistols
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| On the opp’s block like «Where they at though?»
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| And we ain’t with the chitter chat hoe
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| Ridin' round and we got poles
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| Tryna slide up and snatch souls
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| We got them choppers and shit
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| Catchin' them bodies and shit
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| FNs and llamas and shit
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| It ain’t no stoppin' us bitch
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| Slide up with Rugers and shooters
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| We blowin' like tubas, spread bullets like rumors
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| 600 my niggas come do you
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| Got 30s with rulers, might blow this medusa
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| Bitch!
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| Fo’nem be poppin' and shit |
| Droppin' them bodies and shit
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| 600 on top of this shit
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| It ain’t no stoppin' this shit
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| Niggas ain’t nothin' at that
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| Boy we got choppers and tecs
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| And we got Glizzys and Macs
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| And there’s 50's in that
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| Ain’t no messin' with that |