| What?
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| What?
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| We started this shit, man
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| Huh?
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| We started this shit, for real
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| We on our OTF shit, you heard?
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| We did
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| Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
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| Thirty on me shootin' like Steph Curry
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| Shells get to runnin' and get wet up, huh
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| Fall on your ass, won’t get up, nah
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| Bitch I get busy with choppers and glizzies
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| I’m ridin' through the city this Glock got no safety
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| Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
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| I squeeze 'til it’s empty, you thinkin' you crazy
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| Bad bitch from another country, foreign
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| Slammed that girl in the pussy, scorin'
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| Kicked her out, on to the next, she borin'
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| Finna pull up on her friend, hoes goin'
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| Bands on me, money won’t fold, damn
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| Leprechaun, «Where is me gold?» |
| Bands
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| Can’t catch this drip, you got no hands
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| I ain’t got opps, I got all fans
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| I be slidin' on niggas straight patchin' them
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| You ain’t wanna die, why you lack with them?
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| Hoppin' up outta them Astrovans
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| Caught your ass, boy, you can’t hide from him
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| We dangerous, Tookaman, smoke 'em like angel dust
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| Boy, you ain’t gang, you a stain, you can’t hang with us
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| Glizzy’s on every gang member that came with us
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| Aim it, just spray at them niggas that ain’t with us (Boom)
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| How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
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| You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)
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| Boy, we will dust your ass off, we’re sweepin'
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| You don’t want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' (Tweakin')
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| Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)
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| They don’t want a war with us
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| Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
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| Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)
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| They don’t want a war with us
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| Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
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| Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
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| Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, K deep
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| Nah they don’t need no aim, stay up
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| Hittin' niggas up close range, layup
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| Two hands I’m rockin' the metal, I’m hot like the devil
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| I’ll bury your block like a shovel
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| Hit your ass all on your neck, now your head on your chest
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| Look like Olympic gold medals
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| Switchin' gears swervin' through traffic, stop us
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| I can switch gears on my ratchet, chopper
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| Boy when we roll up we bustin', blocka
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| Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco
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| Hollow tips spinnin' like cyclones
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| Face time a nigga like iPhones
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| Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh
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| Call that bitch drop-dead gorgeous, damn
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| I’m heartless, bitch, you can call me the tin man
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| Goin' against me is like crawlin' through quicksand
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| Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man
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| Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch)
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| Bitch, some call me hitman (Uh, bitch)
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| Bitch, some call me hitman (Bitch)
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| Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch, bitch)
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| (But some call me hitman)
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| How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
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| You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)
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| Boy, we will dust your ass off, we’re sweepin'
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| You don’t want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' (Tweakin')
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| Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah, boy, what?)
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| They don’t want a war with us (What?)
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| Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
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| Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)
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| They don’t want a war with us
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| Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
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| Free Boss-T
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| Free Trey Five, 3D
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| Free Bang Man
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| Free D. Rose, free Nine
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| Free Lil Scud
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| Free 22
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| Real to real
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| Fuck the fake
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| We out
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| We on our OTF shit, you heard? |