| La la la la
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| Blah blah blah
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| Don’t smoke or drink so yeah I’m sober when I speak
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| This a trap house that gun better not look petite
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| Say the wrong thing I’m only gone say a beat
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| I’m knocking at yo door like, «Hello trick or treat»
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| Go to the back and put it in the bag hurry up
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| Gold, change, credit cards and every last buck
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| I’m a give you five minutes to give it up in a rush
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| If he fuck up bullets hitting him in the gut
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| Holy shit maybe we should light a candle or two
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| Turn a fuck nigga to a bitch nigga like Bruce
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| I keep a shotgun that make that nigga lights go duce
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| And if I send him to my guys that nigga ain’t getting loose
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| Of course I’m so motherfucking shallow
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| One of you niggas is finna die though
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| Carry the body up out the backdoor
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| Get rid of every witness since you was my own shadow
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| Never tell em how you got it coming in
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| Niggas can’t hold water they could barely swim
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| I push the turf from the track to the rim
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| Keep a strong body of work and I ain’t talking gym
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| Pussy ass bitch know my block ain’t safe
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| You a hostage now that I’m surrounding yo place
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| 30G Rolex so my time won’t waste
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| Then I crack the iPhone so the cops can’t trace
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| If I blast that shit tonight I’m a get life
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| If my money not looking right I’m a get life
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| If I blast that shit tonight I’m a get life
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| If my money not looking right I’m a get life
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| Lay him down in a blood bath I be cruising on my own path
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| Think before you ever tell me shit
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| Beat a bitch with a selfie stick really really not that innocent
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| Me and chopper we get ignorant
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| You starve us and we star bust and snatch up your cousin
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| Get the spear men done, make a nigga eat the cum
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| Bullets feel like the sun talking shit you get plunged
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| With another shot, gun so big, we can hit you from the yacht
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| I ain’t gotta plot, get you on the stop
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| Punch you like a clock do not let yo goons scare me
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| Knock every last tooth out I’m the fucking tooth fairy
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| Better pray to Hail Mary got blood smelling up the room
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| Air it out with perfume you gone hear that ga- boom
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| And won’t see that nigga soon!
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| If I blast that shit tonight I’m a get life
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| If my money not looking right I’m a get life
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| If I blast that shit tonight I’m a get life
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| If my money not looking right I’m a get life |