| I hop on the beat and you know I’ma kill it
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| My nigga loose screws, you know that they drillin'
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| I run up my money, I love this feeling
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| Remember them days a nigga was stealin'
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| Hopped in the game, I got it on lock
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| My niggas got dope, they trap out they socks
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| The police pull up, we run from the narcs
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| We always on go, you know we don’t stop
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| Cherry on top when I aim with the beam
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| I’m burnin' her head, no Charlie Sheen
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| My hoes, they grown, don’t fuck with the teens
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| My bitch, she bad, boujee, and mean
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| Yeah, fuck that, get back on the sub
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| If a nigga diss me, them shots get to bustin'
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| I ain’t got time with all that fussin'
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| Soon as we see him, you know that he duckin'
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| Shoot up the spot and make him move out
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| Soon as he move, I find his house
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| Don’t fuck with the rats, don’t fuck with the mouse
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| If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth
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| He thought that we was playin'
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| Til' we pulled up with sticks, yeah (No cap)
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| Glizzy got a beam
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| And it came with a dick, yeah (No homo)
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| Choppa got a scope
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| And it came with some tits, yeah (Yeah)
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| Don’t get fucked up out your life
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| We shoot us a flick, yeah (Yeah)
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| Whenever we aim, you know we attack
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| Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back
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| My niggas they bangin' and ready to stab
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| Diss on the set, get put in a bag
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| We love the money, the drugs, the guns
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| I don’t ever beat 'cause I’m countin' my funds
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| I’m always workin', I don’t have fun
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| Before you diss me, know your pros and cons
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| Let’s have a shoot out, I’m ready to die
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| Face to face, eye to eye
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| The last thing that he saw was the fire
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| Put him on a tee, now he up in the sky
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| My killers outside, they don’t wanna be seen
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| They come in the show if you makin' a scene
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| Choppa R Kelly, let that bitch sing
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| How the fuck I’ma miss when I got me a beam?
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| I’m done, sike
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| I pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight
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| Shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life
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| Put one in his head like he was on Skype
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| Kick down the door, bitch, get on the floor
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| Where is the bread? |
| 'Cause we need all the dough
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| Give me the cash, I came for the bag
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| If he do some sheisty, put one in his ass (Rrrah)
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| Shot |