| Turn a nigga house to a cemetery
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| Leave’em dead in the dirt, now his ass buried
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| While he in his front yard that’s gone be his grave
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| Say goodbye to the hater errbody wave
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| Now errbody wave, errbody wave
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| Say goodbye to the hater errbody wave
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| Errbody wave, errbody wave
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| Say goodbye to the hater errbody wave
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| I won’t let a nigga play with me, like a stingy nigga
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| Leave your body full of dirt, you dingy nigga
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| Kill a nigga right there in his front yard
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| Body parts all over like a junk yard
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| Bread on his head, all I do is say when
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| My guys see you in the club, beat your brains in
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| Hope that boy got his jewelry on, they takin'
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| And they reaching in your pockets for them Franklins
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| Got so many straps, I could be a gun broker
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| Cuttin' snakes in the grass like a lawnmower
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| Hundred round drums turn his body into a puzzle
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| Put that gun to your face, dog, like a muzzle
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| The ones that’s hatin' the ones who broke, who ain’t got no hustle
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| I got the magnums for you pussies, I ain’t talking rubbers
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| So play games if you want, watch me end your credits
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| Got beef, leave your shirt, bloody red, like spaghetti
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| Never bought a gun for display, don’t play I’mma shoot
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| AK, SK, turn them to alphabet soup
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| I keep them slugs, I’m not a coaster so fuck your mug
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| Got niggas out here shootin' shit up, I ain’t talking drugs
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| Bullets wet a dirty nigga, call that making mud
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| Roll up on 'em, put the flame to 'em, call that smoking bud
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| Ain’t shit changed I still lock 'em in the trunk
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| .45 cal, leave his ass dead drunk |