| 9 to your dome, hoe
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| Now you gone hope
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| Nigga cause you dont know
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| But you gon' find out
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| Walking with my nine out
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| I shoot his spine out
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| Roll up a blunt, now I’m flying out
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| Nine to your dome nigga, give me what you own nigga
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| I ain’t playin with you, whip your head with the chrome nigga
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| Came with a team, but I left him with his own niggas
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| Signing rappers, so I guess that I’m a grown nigga
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| Im gunning rappers, so I guess that I’m a murderer
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| Blood on my pants, I got blood on my Jordans, bruh
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| Nine to your dome, send that nigga running home, cuh
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| This ain’t what they want, whip, whip 'em with the chrome
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| Dip, dip yes I’m gon' sip, sip I’m on Patron
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| Take his girl to my home, and thats where she give me dome
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| Uh I’m disgusted, this weed very musty
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| Nine to his head, cause I don’t trust him
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| BRAP |