| Since a young age, my mama told me get the guap;
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| And just find a way to the fetti
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| I’m on a whole different fuck it, level
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| I told mama I don’t think they ready
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| I started grippin' machetes, I started grippin' the rugers
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| Credit card fraud on computers
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| Dunno what i’m doin'
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| I started movin' them drugs and gettin' it in wit' the rulers
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| Send a few shots it’s
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| But I hit his heart, guess you can call me lil cupid
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| Dropped outta school I ain’t stupid
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| I just found a way to get me and the team to the mula
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| Don’t approach me and the gang, cus we got a gun
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| We like to up it for fun
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| And now we all callin' 'em forrest
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| Yeah, huh
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| Look at that boy fuckin' run
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| I don’t even got to stunt
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| I come in the front
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| Think i’m a god out the
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| She tell me bring out the pump
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| I fill 'em with shells
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| Turn 'em to the slump
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| All them slugs
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| I turn a grown fuckin' man to a pussy wit' what I keep tucked
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| I came out the slums
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| Alla these bitches know me, know that they wanna get fucked
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| I put one in your gut
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| Me and the squad goin' dumb
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| And I got a clip and a drum
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| It goin' da da da dum
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| 'member on nights we were servin' them
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| Alla these pussies swear that it’s fight or it’s flight
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| Swear to got that it
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| All on yo bitch I dive in from behind
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| Curry sendin' in shots from behind the line
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| Me and the gang we uppin' them crimes
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| Closin' them blinds
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| Bitches be talkin' they lyin'
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| I make the bitch fuckin' cry
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| They suicide
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| Ain’t takin the ride
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| Hands off me officer you gon' die
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| I already did it so why even try?
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| 'member them days I did not wanna spark
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| Now i’m a big dog of course i’m gon' bark
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| I sold my soul but they takin' my heart
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| These rappers not gangsters they act like they hard
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| 83 sendin 32 shots in the dark
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| Whip it like Aladdin i’ma rip his fuckin' body parts
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| find out where the shotties are
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| Bitch I got my fuckin' gun I don’t need no fuckin' bodyguard
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| Take her to the cinema
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| That bitch cinnamon
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| Posted wit' my minute men
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| Yes I have killed many men
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| He actin' belligerent
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| Fuck it then i’m clippin' 'em
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| Rippin' 'em
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| Shotty in the
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| Everybody in here gonna mark me as a criminal
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| (Repeated Slowed) |