| Gunshots
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| I ball for gunshots
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| I grind for gunshots
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| I stang for gunshots
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| You don’t wanna hear what’s singin'
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| Gunshots bangin' out
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| When you’re comin'
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| And I promise, it’s gone get ya runnin'
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| Gunshots roar out like a lion
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| We’ll get these bitch boys cryin'
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| They better beware
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| I stay prepared
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| A band of plugs sound out the coil…
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| If these boys try to get my spoil
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| The noise gone make 'em think twice about
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| Tryin' to catch a baller for things he sacrificed… for
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| So I can’t lay down
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| I gotta put you on the ground
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| Real quick like
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| As I let these take flight
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| Gunshots
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| I ball for gunshots
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| I grind for gunshots
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| I stang for gunshots
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| If I have to, I’ll catch 'em off guard
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| Sound hit after the bullet, but still go hard
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| It’s like the volume guys
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| Every time I pop my nine
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| The power of the heat, the man’s respect
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| And it’s fast to put these boys in check
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| You might hear it out the Tec
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| Except these ain’t a lecture
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| It’s you dyin', muthafucka
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| And goin' out like a sucka
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| Naan nigga needed-
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| Just me and my index get the place heated
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| And you win…
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| Gunshots and you use the med
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| Time for sleepin'
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| For these stains I was peepin'
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| Gunshots
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| I ball for gunshots
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| I grind for gunshots
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| I stang for gunshots |