| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Plus she’s down, plus I smoke the boof
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| When I lay back, I send a couple through
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Tote 22, Baby lick the pew
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| Call me Gleeshie Pew
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| Aye (Check, check)
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| Check me out, dawg
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| Dogs on me when I’m walking through the house, dawg
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| 223 bullet, they hitting through the house, dawg
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| Bought 50 guns, hid it in the house, dawg
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| Go crazy on lil folks but lil folks faking
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| I tote daily, give a fuck if them folks chase me
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| No Twitter, Instagram, no commas, I’ma catch 'em later
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| Bullets hit your truck up, escalade your escalador
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| I’m show stopping, bullets hit your show, I’m so childish
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| I’m not stoppin, bullet keep going, it’s not stopping
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| Hot pop out in your chest now and your heart stopping
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| Hop scotching on the block like a lost caution
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| Somebody, anybody, but a dead body
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| Hop out the rari, you know you looking scared, shawty
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| Hot boxing nigga’s whips when the dogs barking
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| How 'bout it, lil shawty? |
| Yeah, how 'bout it?
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Plus she’s down, plus I smoke the boof
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| When I lay back, I send a couple through
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Pew, pew pew
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| Plus 21, tote 22
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| Baby lick the pew
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| Call me Gleeshie Pew |