| 'Cause shit get dangerous, ain’t no explaining nothin'
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| These niggas out they fuckin' head, they think that they can fuck with us
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| TTB, I’m trained to bust, caution, dangerous
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| These niggas, they ain’t really with me, I can peep the hate for sure
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| Ho, I know I’m fuckin' gifted, fuck a sinner, out the door
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| They ain’t really fuckin' with me, fake love is all they show
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| I been in that mood lately, tryna get to you, baby
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| Creep and move smooth, baby, got a lot to lose, baby
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| I been thinkin' 'bout some shit and it been in my head for two days
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| So many went against me, now back on my dick 'cause I’m paid
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| Bitch, I’m rockin' Fazos but I might go cop the new J’s
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| Watch who you be steppin' 'cause I up and let it hooray
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| Stop playin' with a nigga, off the top, bitch, this ain’t 2K
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| Told lil' cuz to chill, he wanna flex but it’s gon' be straight
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| Run up in your spot, bitch, where it’s at? |
| No, you is not safe
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| Floatin' 'round the city with this 23, no MJ
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| How the fuck you gangster and a rat? |
| Go get the mousetrap |
| Ain’t with that back and forth, fuck a nigga, bitch, we stay strapped
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| Fuck around and get clapped, they blow 'em soon as I tap
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| Pussy boy, that’s no cap, won’t shake your hand, you get dap
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| 'Cause shit get dangerous, ain’t no explaining nothin'
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| These niggas out they fuckin' head, they think that they can fuck with us
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| TTB, I’m trained to bust, caution, dangerous
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| These niggas, they ain’t really with me, I can peep the hate for sure
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| Ho, I know I’m fuckin' gifted, fuck a sinner, out the door
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| They ain’t really fuckin' with me, fake love is all they show
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| I been in that mood lately, tryna get to you, baby
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| Creep and move smooth, baby, got a lot to lose, baby
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| You is not my round, nigga
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| Spray a hundred rounds and let you see how hard that ground hit you
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| Playin' with that money just gon' make us blow 'em down quicker
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| I ain’t in the mood, I send her home, she got a safe spot
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| This shit just blew my cool, you know the rules, I’m .38 hot
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| And we be at they neck, we load up choppers, hopin' they plot
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| Don’t do that there 'cause you gon' fuck around and get your shit split |
| Them niggas don’t step, they just get on the 'net and sneak diss
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| OG what I rep, we step on whoever we beef with
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| Ho, I ain’t tryna fall in love, just need someone to sleep with
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| And I ain’t tryna cuddle up, bitch, move 'round on that weak shit
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| Disrespect, we pullin' up, hoppin' out on some street shit
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| They know that they can’t fuck with us, load 'em up, get on creep shit
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| 'Cause shit get dangerous, ain’t no explaining nothin'
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| These niggas out they fuckin' head, they think that they can fuck with us
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| TTB, I’m trained to bust, caution, dangerous
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| These niggas, they ain’t really with me, I can peep the hate for sure
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| Ho, I know I’m fuckin' gifted, fuck a sinner, out the door
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| They ain’t really fuckin' with me, fake love is all they show
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| I been in that mood lately, tryna get to you, baby
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| Creep and move smooth, baby, got a lot to lose, baby |