| Out of me store, hurry up and buy
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| Uh, hahaha
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| Choppa, nigga, hell nah
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| Baby Mexico shit, nigga, you hear me?
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| NLE, top shottas, nigga, you hear me? |
| yeah
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| ATLJacob, ATLJacob
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| Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch
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| Bitch, bitch, bitch
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| Grr, bitch, bitch, grr, grr
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Just like a landlord nigga, I’ll pull up where you’re stayin'
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| Send some shots right through that house, in the same place you layin'
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| It ain’t shit to put a bag up on your head, I’ll pay it
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| You keep on dissin' on my name, but I’ma make that niggas say less
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| We ride four deep, cruisin' in a brand new coupe today
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| Draco in the backseat, when we see that nigga, boost the murder rate
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| Pussy bitch, I love beef, put it on my plate and stuff it in my face
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| Ah, the block is hot, it’s on fire
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| Ah, I’m with the shit just like a diaper
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| Ah, I’ma light 'em up just like a lighter
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| Ah, I got a lot of guns, I’m not a fighter
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| Ah, just like a hunter, keep a rifle
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| I might pull up in your neighborhood, get to shakin', ain’t no hesitation
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| Off the lean, so a nigga movin' like I’m in the Matrix
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| Put a nigga in a casket, have him dressin' out in Stacy’s
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| Now he six feet deep, put him on vacation
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| Bitch, I’m boppin' on the scene with my Glock up on my hip
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| I saw my oppostion lackin', so I dumped the whole clip
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| Them RIP bullets hit him, through his body, they gon' rip
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| My Blood niggas screamin' «Slatt», but my Hoovers screamin' «Crip»
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| Yeah, my block real hot (You need to cool down)
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| Blow my niggas kickin' doors down (Thought you knew now)
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| We got the choppers and the Glocks (We gonna shoot now)
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| And when that nigga in the back (He won’t make a sound)
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| A savage what they call me, but really, I’m a devil
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| I pop a Perc and get jiggy, I’m on another level
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| His bitch diggin' me just like a motherfuckin' shovel
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| I’m a lion, a tiger, a shooter, and a rebel
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| Nigga dissin' on my name, so I’ma put him on the news
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| .556s, .223s, and then .762s
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| When that Draco hit a nigga, it’s gon' knock him out his shoes
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| I cropped that nigga out the picture when he got here with this tool
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| We throwin' signs in the club, nigga, what you wanna do?
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| My nigga got the fuckin' Glock, but I got the deuce-deuce
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| I dare a nigga throw a diss, I swear to God we raise the roof
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout no dice when I say I’m 'bout to shoot
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| We connected with the Mafia, we cook it like tilapia
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| I got some trulers in the cut, but I’m bangin' with the Shottas
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| I’ma kindnap a nigga, torture him, and make him holler
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| Just like a Tic-Tac, when I see him, swear to God that I’ma pop him
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| (Grr) The block is hot, the block is hot
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| (Grr) The block is hot, the block is hot
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| (Grr) The block is hot, the block is hot
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| The block is hot, the block is hot
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| Ah, the block is hot, it’s on fire
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| Ah, I’m with the shit just like a diaper
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| Ah, I’ma light 'em up just like a lighter
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| Ah, I got a lot of guns, I’m not a fighter
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| Ah, just like a hunter, keep a rifle
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| The block is hot, the block is hot
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| The block is hot, the block is hot
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| The block is hot, the block is hot
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| The block is hot, it’s on fire |