| You keep talkin' that shit, muhfucka
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| You’ll make me mad, I’mma get my cutter
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| Get my M16, my MAC-11, my K, I’mma call my brother
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| Matter fact, I don’t need no 'nother
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| Nigga, I ain’t even gotta call my brother
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| This lil chopper gon' take care of all that drama
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| 17, I don’t need no mother
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| I got pain, I killed the pen and I killed the paint job
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| Rocket launcher, crazy gun like in Super Contra
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| Kangaroo pouch with the strap, it’s down under
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| Satellite dish, turtle top dunk, cowabunga
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| Got them black shades, can’t see shit, Stevie Wonder
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| And I’ll shoot a nigga in his shit, you better run, bruh
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| «Gucci got a gun, he 'bout to click, better run swift»
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| I just wanna shoot, don’t wanna hit, got a four fifth
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| My niggas’ll shoot yo' ass for shit, they like 4−6
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| MAC-11, don’t keep it at home, got it right here
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| Bag full of guns, let me pick out one
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| Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come
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| Who wanna war? |
| Let come, bet the game begun
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| Because I murk niggas for fun, man, I kill for fun, for fun
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| Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun!
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| .38s, .45s, Glock 9s, pistol in my hand, I don’t do the waistline
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| Heart all black, Akon, how you gettin' money but can’t make bond?
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| Silencers on the chopsticks, Avon — I got a lot of guns
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| Big guns like Contra that’ll shell shock you like Blanka
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| Shooter save a shooter, I’m a top shotter
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| Waka Flocka Flame, I got the juice, partner
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| Low jolt the gun, that’s the anaconda
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| Fuck the law until they free my partner
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| Chopper kick like Liu Kang, free Poo Tang, who-who bang?
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| You real then I’m recruitin', you a dead man wit' that FN in my hand
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| Don’t fuck wit' niggas, Ku Klux Klan, get love all in the Motherland
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| Make ya best friend kill you for the bands, get love all in Rosecrans
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| Got a Mack 10, AK, SK, .223, 3 throwaways, that’s a 40, real P-Funk
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| Slow him down like a speed bump, the barrel pump, Elmer Fudd
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| Whoever thugs, I’ll leave ya slumped, show you no love
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| I’m shinin' hard, Michael Jackson glove
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| Brick Squad, there’s too many guns, shoot for fun, just because
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| Kill a nigga, kill a nigga, kill a nigga, kill a nigga, Squad!
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| Bag full of guns, let me pick out one
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| Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come
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| Who wanna war? |
| Let come, bet the game begun
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| Because I murk niggas for fun, man, I kill for fun, for fun
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| Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun!
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| Ca$h Out got a gun, put ya hands up
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| They say they want war, put ya bands up
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| I buy these niggas' partners, make 'em hit they mans up
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| And these niggas snitchin', that’s why they takin' a stand, bruh
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| Jewels 'round my neck, ridin' by myself
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| Pistol on my hip just in case a nigga wanna trip
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| And I don’t need no crew
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| Them the niggas who snitchin' on you
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| Just a couple real niggas 'round me
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| Who don’t give a fuck about you, ooh
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| These niggas know I hang around them shottas
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| Only comin' for ya medulla oblongata
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| Wanna see yo' noodles, love eatin' pasta
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| (I'm on the phone wit' Mac A Zoe, he put me on the roster)
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| Yeah, we talkin' crazy, in Miami in a rari wit' them Haitians
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| Shit, I just talk it how I live it
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| Probably that’s the reason why I party at Liv, rich nigga shit
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| Bag full of guns, let me pick out one
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| Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come
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| Who wanna war? |
| Let come, bet the game begun
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| Because I murk niggas for fun, man, I kill for fun, for fun
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| Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
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| Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun! |