| Ima put these hands on you and then stand on you till you passed out
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| He was coming at full speed but look he ran his gas out
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| Shoot the 8 thru homie face and now he got a glass mouth
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| I keep squeezing till he die there ain’t no fucking tap outs
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| Pussy what you mad bout oh I’m flexin on yo bitch ass
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| You all bout guns and roses till I’m slashin' on yo bitch ass
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| Spin yo fuckin block and get to choppin' with the big mag
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| I’m all about the beef get flame broiled like a big mac
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| I’m on go who u think u playing with
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| Slide up I ain’t saying shit
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| On the ground you layin' stiff
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| If yo homie try to intervene
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| I’ll get to sprayin' shit
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| I’ll make a muthafucka Macarena
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| Got ‘em thank he hit
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| My back against the wall got my word and my balls
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| Inhaling gun smoke like what the fuck you think you doin'
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| If you want me to trip then tell ‘em come and light this bomb
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| The pressure from blast will peel the skin right off the arm clear the scene
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| bitch
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| Dummy’s hit yo noggin tell me where the fuck yo heart go
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| Put you under pressure I’m gon' break ‘em till the scars show
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| Why the fuck you walkin' in all flashy like a car show
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| Now you out here bitchin' when we at you with the long nose
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| Dawg say he gon' slide bitch look that iron ain’t no paper weight
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| Bro gon' bend that corner and just hit you with that fade away
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| Hammers in my hand like UFC so put that blade away
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| We in the cage today rest of the month we on a paper chase
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| I been movin' out dolo
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| One button like a cholo
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| Ima slide with the brooms sticks and then shake shit like a snow globe
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| Fill ya bitch like a ho' ho'
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| Jimmy on me no low blows
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| Brown boys with them sticks out tryna lick something for the low low |