| You know what the fuck going on
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| NLE muhfuckin' Choppa
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| The Top Shotta, you hear me?
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| I stand on top of shit
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| We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go)
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| Ay
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| I whip the pat like a container, I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam)
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| Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I’m hot as jalapeños
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| Bitch, I’m sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us
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| (Entertain)
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| Then if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy)
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| Whole lotta sticks in the house, it’s a gun show (Brr, brr)
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| Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho (Brr, brr)
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| I don’t think none of y’all niggas want gun smoke
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| Don’t second guess this shit, I’m gon' blow (Pussy)
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| Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
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| Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)
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| Shots, see a nigga, they call him a snake
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| Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
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| Send the hit and the fire, he was dead by six (By six)
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| Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed
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| Nine shots in the clip, coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah)
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| Didn’t fuck with 12, I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I need me a trophy, the best to send
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| You niggas ain’t straight, y’all lesbians
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| And fuck your dead homie, I say it again
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| If he come back to life, he dead again
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| Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch)
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| Swing with what?, I’ma swim' with the pipe
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| (He's not cherishin' ya)
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| I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum
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| Felonies and felonies, they’re what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah)
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| This recipe is deadly, see I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah)
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| Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head, shoulda had on the hard hat
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| We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)
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| Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back?
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| If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (Ayy)
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| If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it?
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| If I tell you run out, is you really finessin' it? |
| (Ayy)
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| If I give you a brick are you gon' sell that shit? |
| (Ayy)
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| If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?
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| Where is the smoke, 'cause bitch, I’m inhalin' it
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| Just like the army, we got some artillery
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| Can I free my dawgs, I’m being sincerely?
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| Another opp died, the nigga, like seriously?
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| Damn, another one? |
| Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother
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| Damn, we 'bout to go get the money
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| You say he don’t like doing drills, I love 'em
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| If my brother don’t like them, I don’t
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| Somebody tell him he in trouble
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| I paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle
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| Gotcha young nigga, I feel like Gucci
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| Fuck so hard, left blood all on the coochie
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| Money said, «Ooh,"put my thumb in the booty
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| I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it
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| Who ain’t with the murder, lil' nigga, I killed him
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| That night he died, that was my idea
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| Hope my niggas slide, make sure he won’t live
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| But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed
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| My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
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| It’s a hunnid somethin' shots in this Gat' so get back
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| He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact
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| Got shot in his spine but you watchin' his back
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| (You say he don’t like doing drills, I love 'em)
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| Fuck you tal’m 'bout, haha
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| (Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
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| Fuck they gon' do, fuck they thinkin', ayy
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| (You say he don’t like doing drills, I love 'em)
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| (Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
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| Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch
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| Fuck you talkin' about |