| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga
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| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga
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| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga
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| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga
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| I’m steppin' out, yeah, I’m steppin' out
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| With my weapon out, yeah, I’m steppin' out (Yeah)
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| Ask around, I’m what they call a hooli' (Goonie)
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| Really with that gunplay, I play Call of Duty (I'm with the games)
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| I’m solid as a rock so it’s hard to move me (Filayo)
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| I could turn your fuckin' block into a horror movie
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| I palm the Uzi and start sparkin', just start chalkin'
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| All the neighbors heard when the kids scream and the dogs barkin' (Shut the
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| fuck up)
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| How you rap street with no rap sheet?
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| I’m the black sheep if you ask me
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| You were dozin', probably, I own a shotty, put holes in bodies
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| Quick to fold somebody, just ask them niggas, they know my body
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| I roll up calmly, I’m jumpin' out, the pump is out
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| Start dumpin' out, guaranteed to knock somethin' out
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| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga
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| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga
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| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga
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| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga
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| I’m steppin' out, yeah, I’m steppin' out
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| With my weapon out, yeah, I’m steppin' out (Yeah)
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| Catch you slippin' on banana peel (You fuckin' monkey)
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| I’m runnin' down, pistol whip you, how this ammo feel
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| My body numb, and I ain’t on the pill (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)
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| 'Bout to catch a body and it’s time to drill
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| I got the drop, don’t drop the ball, he 'bout to score
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| He 'bout to dog, one to his head, no Tylenol (Hit that nigga)
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| He try to fall, one to his gut’ll lift him up (Fuck you goin'?)
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| His eyes shut, the paramedics’ll pick him up (We out, we out)
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| As for his bitch, she lime and shit, now she get hit (hit that bitch)
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| No witnesses, caught her in the crib in front the kids
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| They started screamin', my inner demon won’t let me leave 'em (Should I do it?)
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| I started squeezin', forgive me, Jesus, I left 'em leakin'
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| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga
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| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga
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| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga
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| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga
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| I’m steppin' out, yeah, I’m steppin' out
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| With my weapon out, yeah, I’m steppin' out (Yeah) |