| And we blew his ass down, no lie
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| Now this go for any nigga that come around
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| And we blew his ass down, no lie
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| If a nigga tweakin' then we put 'em in the clouds (go)
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| Tell them bring them macs out
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| Gotta pack the work soon as it touch down
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| Now pull em knots out (count up)
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| All the cops out got the block going wild
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| I been spending guwala like this for a while (flex)
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| Never been a problem when the nigga run they mouth
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| Now I’m bout to blow now
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| Right around town with the chopper on my lap
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| The bitch up in the backseat and she relaxed
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| She know it’s finna crack, got the bro up in the back
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| He told him to mac
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| And these shots will leave you wet
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| And we blew his ass down, no lie
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| Now this go for any nigga that come around
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| Shot a hundred rounds where your block?
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| Hope you learned your lesson now
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| And these niggas like hoes so I let lil bro go shoot 'em down
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| And we blew his ass down, no lie
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| Now this go for any nigga that come around
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| Shot a hundred rounds where your block?
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| Hope you learned your lesson now
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| And these niggas like hoes so I let lil bro go shoot 'em down
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| Niggas say they blowin' shit but I don’t see 'em around (true that)
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| And we turn to the macs and I swear we can’t turn down
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| We told 'em fifty shots and we renting macs now
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| We got Uzis, Choppers, AKs and Tacs now (true that)
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| We strapped up and I got that roll on me
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| We catch a body quick nigga and I put that on me
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| And we standing hard got these on me
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| Just me and my squad gettin' this guwap
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| Nigga trap me it’s R.I.P., when you see me with Y. B
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| Theres no other page low key
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| With that toaster on seat
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| If you come closer you gon see
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| Shoot niggas in the jam right now
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| When you come around we 'gon blow you down
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| Fifty shots that hundred round 'gon blow you down yeah |