| Leave a pussy nigga stiff just like a statue
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| Show 'em what that bag do
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| Must they know we catching ass too
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| Catch you we gon' scratch you
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| Bitch you know I can’t look past you
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| And them bitch ass niggas next to you they gon' get it
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| They getting smashed too
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| Fuck a white flag, we waving red flags
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| Bitch I’m the type of man to push your fucking dreads back
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| You say it’s smoke, we at your throat, you shouldn’t have fucking said that
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| We let it blow ain’t take his soul but I can’t get his legs back
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| And stop flashing with that pistol with your scared ass
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| Tell 'em boys stop acting 'bout they nigga with his dead ass
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| Say I’ll bust your brain it ain’t a game, bitch I’m deadass
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| Up the heat and burn 'em we gon' turn 'em to a wrist pack
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| Catch him dumping in his stomach, fold him like a flip phone
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| I’m paranoid, catching one to this cap, you better not flinch wrong
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| We face shit ain’t like to chase ya had your favorite kicks on
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| It’s 45 it hit his tighs and break his fucking hipbone
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| Leave a pussy nigga stiff just like a statue
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| Show 'em what that bag do
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| Must they know we catching ass too
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| Catch you we gon' scratch you
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| Bitch you know I can’t look past you
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| And them bitch ass niggas next to you they gon' get it
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| They getting smashed too
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| Fuck a white flag, we waving red flags
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| Bitch I’m the type of man to push your fucking dreads back
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| You say it’s smoke, we at your throat, you shouldn’t have fucking said that
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| We let it blow ain’t take his soul but I can’t get his legs back |