Correction Lyrics Survival by Fat Nick

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MTM, hit 'em with heat

B*t*h it’s still ACAB, I ain't f**kin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)
B*t*h it's still ACAB, I ain't f**kin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)

This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream (Ahh!)
I don’t really wanna talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth (Aye, aye)
I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk (Pew-pew-pew)
I’ma head shooter, knock yo top off (Off)
My oxys like my shooters, (How?) they really slidin' sh*t
I can’t see no opp in public, they just hide and b*t*h (And moan)
My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch (Trap, trap, trap)
Fishscale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch
Fifty on the Rollie, that's a bust down (Nah, aye)
I can't keep on floodin' out ’cause I'm too scared to drown
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, no Georgetown (Nah)
He like an umpire, finna catch rounds
B*t*h it's still ACAB, I ain't f**kin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)
B*t*h it's still ACAB, I ain't f**kin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)

Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin' (Pop-pop, pop)
This an XD .40, I don't play with Smith & Wessons (Oh no, no)
Long range, broad day, it don't matter, watch me stretch him (Pop-pop, pop)
Yeah I'm still 2 and 0, why they try to make me felon? (Haha, ha)
I got love for my gang, ain't no way that I could tell 'em
B*t*h it's death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin' (It's what I rep)
Big steppin' in Adidas, yeah I put the Gucci down (Gucci down)
Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house
She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse (Oh no, no)
Ah sh*t, spilled a pint of lean up on my brand new couch (Oh no, no)
She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse (Oh no, no)
Ah sh*t, spilled a pint of lean up on my brand new couch (Pop out, sip!)

B*t*h it's still ACAB, I ain't f**kin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)
B*t*h it's still ACAB, I ain't f**kin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)

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