| Slide with a stick
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| I might pull up on your block
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| My niggas know to tote them Glocks
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| Know we let that 30 rock
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| Hop through lets roll
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| I heard he got dirty so we got the broom
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| Bust in the mouth we air that boy out
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| If he don’t wanna talk
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| The body can’t flop or we bust in his home
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| Get soy boy talking like they run the spot
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| So we pull him in two
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| Run up on me turn your ass into a corpse
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| Run up on me then I’m pulling the chord
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| If he talking then he taking the sword
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| Kill a nigga I don’t feel no remorse
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| Shot the head off like it got a divorce
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| Stitched up his lips he not talking no more
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| Choppa gon' kill like a leg on a horse
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| Red dot on a niggas nose got a stick for ice
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| Then I kick his head like a soccer score
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| 45 to his fucking noggin had to down him
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| Cause he
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| We smoking all the ops can not leave a witness
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| Cause they sneak a lot
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| What? |
| They calling backup on me
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| They better bring shots like the army I’m saying
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| I’m not playing
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| What you saying? |
| That they carry me on beats
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| I’m really living you niggas are ass |
| I got more rack than a motherfucking tractor
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| Rocking an ankle I’m a protractor
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| Killing you niggas like I am the rapture
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| I got no rings so I feel like a raptor
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| Slide with the beam that’s a tec to a blaster
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| She on her knees so I feel like a pastor
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| She listen to me like a nigga her master
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| I’ma pull up with the strap
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| Run up ricky I put one in your back
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| Niggas talking then the choppa go smack
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| Run a nigga like I’m running a lap
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| Nigga collapsed then he had a relapse
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| Run up on me I kill them I’m back
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| Nigga talk then I’ll slide up in all black
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| Pull up on niggas then the choppa go smack |