| Pop me a X, two Percocets
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| Bitch, I’m out my body
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| Glock do stress, aimed at his neck
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| I’m finna catch a body
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| Pop me a X, two Percocets
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| Bitch, I’m out my body
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| Glock do stress, aimed at his neck
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| I’m finna catch a body
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| He got to die if I pop me a X
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| Won’t give him no warning, just put him to rest
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| We don’t aim for no chest so boy, put down that vest
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| Oh, that boy hidin'? |
| We shooting through bricks
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| I went got a new Glock and extended the clip
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| I’m whackin' his partner, his mama, his cousin, his auntie, and whoever else
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| sheddin' tears
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| Two Percocets, I ain’t feelin' no fear
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| Shootin' it out, it ain’t safe in these years
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| They beat the cases just so we could be clear
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| A real young smacker, I do it for real
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| Callin' Lil Loaded, you go on that drill
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| I pop me an X, now I wanna kill
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| Keep whackin' niggas, I love how it feel
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| Speak of my name when I’m off of that pill
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| He gotta die, magician, O’Neal (Asthesia, you a rockstar)
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| Pop me a X, two Percocets
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| Bitch, I’m out my body
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| Glock do stress, aimed at his neck
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| I’m finna catch a body
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| Pop me a X, two Percocets
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| Bitch, I’m out my body
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| Glock do stress, aimed at his neck
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| I’m finna catch a body
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| The beat on fire, smokin' and shit
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| Diamonds the only thing cold in this bitch
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| I’m smoking gas so I’m gone in this bih
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| She got me stuck, moving slow in this bih
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| Beam on his body gon' glow in this bih
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| Fifty-round drum, let it blow in this bih
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| I’m letting her go if she ho’ing and shit
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| Pop me a X and forget about love
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| Turn to the Devil, a handful of slugs
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| Throwin' up C’s like I play for the Cubs
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| Too many L’s, I’m due for a dub
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| Now I’m taking off, I’ll remember the mud
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| Fresh as some soap but I look like some sud
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| Illegal money when I’m in the hood
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| Go get a pack and go serve out a junkie
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| I’m chasing the money (Asthesia, you a rockstar)
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| Pop me a X, two Percocets
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| Bitch, I’m out my body
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| Glock do stress, aimed at his neck
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| I’m finna catch a body
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| Pop me a X, two Percocets
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| Bitch, I’m out my body
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| Glock do stress, aimed at his neck
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| I’m finna catch a body |