| Rag down, man down, opps get gunned down
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| Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound
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| Big drip, little whip, fuckin' on your bitch now
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| Fuck my ex bitch, tell her that she messed up
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| If my new bitch don’t fuck, she gettin' kicked out
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| I’m a millionaire and shit that get you switched out
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| I came once, send my youngins on a mission
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| NFL, I’m tryna set the whole Blitz up
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| I’m tryna set the whole Blitz up
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| Ya’ll niggas ready, they know when a nigga isn’t
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| Caught him lacking, he can finally get his rest now
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| Can’t catch me lacking, I be steppin' with the vest now
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| Don’t do no Yoga but all my opps be getting stretched out
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| Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless this man’s shot
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| Never sober, catch it all you gettin' smoked out
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| Pulled up with 2 vultures, we’ll be ready to rock out
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| Pulled up with 2 vultures when we ridin' we on demon time
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| Slap a nigga with a pistol tryna see if he can eat the .9
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| Raise your head and kill 'em, if you don’t then he doing time
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| Tryna see my circle better, rather see you on the headline
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| Kel-Tec can get you wet, told my killer I’m a pedophile
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| You can ask my hood about me, I swear there’s nothing wrong
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| Leave 'em runnin' upon me, ask 'em what happened the last time
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| Man down, man down
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| I’ma knock yo' man down
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| Man down, man down
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| Leave his face on the ground
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| Rag down, man down, opps get gunned down
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| Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound
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| Big drip, little whip, fuckin' on your bitch now
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| Fuck my ex bitch, tell her that she messed up
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| If my new bitch don’t fuck, she gettin' kicked out (Gettin' kicked out)
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| I’m a millionaire and shit that get you switched out (Yuh)
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| I came once, send my youngins on a mission (Yeah, aye)
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| NFL, I’m tryna set the whole Blitz up (Hold up)
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| Hood fam', blicks bare, walk bricks, that’s our blood rag
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| Fuck 12, opps still gunned down by gun violence
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| The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for «Love Violence»
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| This ain’t light bitches, real life don’t cross the gun line
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| This one time at band camp yo' bitch sucked my nuts dry
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| And I ain’t never got no knife, for no reason I’m a boss man
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| Give a fuck about no nigga that you be with or you hang around
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| Say my name, I pull up with gang, tell your neighbours off
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| Run that thought, headshot yo' bitch ass for playin' boss
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| She said she don’t got shit to do with you, keep my name out yo' mouth
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| The FN he ain’t like that, 10 milli tend to wear me down
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| My young niggas bring sticks to wherever they see me growin'
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| Huh, you niggas do not know how to shoot, where yo' coach at?
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| Hollow tip through his hairline, fuck it up, it won’t grow back
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| No cap, bro strap will animate yo' MoCap
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| Can’t get caught with another firearm, going straight to prison
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| Mmh, in the fields all cook ups with the super vision
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| Still got 'em with me every day, I ain’t never listen
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| Say that chop the only reason that I’m here living
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| Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathing
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| Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
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| Hit the plug, get some top in the drop then hop in a demon
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| Do or don’t, all over my opp block and leave you on bleeding |