| Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner
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| I’m not in my car, I’m in the rental
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| If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner
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| I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her
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| He ain’t know what goin' on
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| We ain’t talkin' on the phones
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| If he don’t leave me alone
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| I’ma have to get him gone
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| Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missed a chromosome
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| We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home
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| Don’t run from his ass whoopin'
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| And if he run I grab my gun
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| And shoot him in his back or some'
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| I know he’s dead, he’s not shakin'
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| Police call me, beat that case
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| Before I eat, I say my grace
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| I seen my Crips and shake up Grape
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| You know that I can’t change my ways
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| Ayy, I’m a
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| Blunt in my finger
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| Catch me a rapper, make him turn to a singer
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| Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seent him
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| If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
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| In the trap fool, with the sack fool, sellin' dog food
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| Hit the 'cause a nigga seen the law fool
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| Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude
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| I ain’t finna fight no man, I’m a small dude
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| We was them niggas trappin' with them K’s
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| The difference between me and you, bitch I’m paid
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| Put a in my face in the shootout, I’m brave
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| If he send a diss, then he gon' die today
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| Hate that bitch just to give me the drop
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| I’ma trade him a Draco for another Glock
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| Little do he know that Choppa dirty as a mop
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| Man I needed me some shoes 'cause I ran from the narcs
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| Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner
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| I’m not in my car, I’m in the rental
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| If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner
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| I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her
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| He ain’t know what goin' on
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| We ain’t talkin' on the phones
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| If he don’t leave me alone
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| I’ma have to get him gone
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| Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missed a chromosome
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| We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home
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| Don’t run from his ass whoopin'
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| And if he run I grab my gun
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| And shoot him in his back or some'
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| I know he’s dead, he’s not shakin'
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| Police call me, beat that case
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| Before I eat, I say my grace
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| I seen my Crips and shake up Grape
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| You know that I can’t change my ways
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| Can’t change my ways for a bitch nigga
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| You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga
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| And where I’m from, keep a stick nigga
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| And keep you a mask when you stick niggas
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| And keep you a glove when you blick niggas
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| I don’t pop shit, I pop gun triggers
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| I’m the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas
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| I don’t care where you at, we gon' finish niggas
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| Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake
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| Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape
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| Face shot out the Drac', ain’t no way he gon' make it
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| Tell his momma that I did it, better get your baby
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| White boy in the cut with the guns
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| White boy in the with the bomb in the cut
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| I’m all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
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| Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase
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| NLE the Top Shotta
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| Shit get spooky nigga, no cap
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| This shit get real |