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You know what the word is around town? It's that I got a crazy little boy who can only say, "I wanna go fast" fast That’s what I thought you would say I'll tell you what, I'ma go cry and get some milk Just bought a new Audi, that b*t*h goin’ fast If you are not first, then, b*t*h, you are last Kick you in the ribs and they shatter like gla** If I catch you outside then I'm gon' beat your a** I'm makin' sales and that boy did the dash So I grab the .38, shoot at his a** Man, that was crazy, it all happened fast I'm back in the car and said to hit the gas Copy my moves, ho, that won't get you nowhere Lookin' real stupid with fake sh*t that you wear Knock on your door, and you answer like, "Who there?" Christopher Robin, they shot at me, Pooh bear Why you got a gun when you ain’t never shot one? Boy, you a pu**y, you shouldn’t have got one You gonna snitch on the day that the cops come 'Cause you a b*t*h (Yeah, ayy) and you can’t even face one Walk up, I'm throwin' blood at the carpet My b*t*h a demon, she love when I start sh*t Look, yo' b*t*h swear that love with a artist I f**k her right then ’cause that b*t*h not the smartest Ain't no question, then, who go the hardest? Bentley type, hop out, my b*t*h in the parkin' Boy, I walk with a dog, keep it barkin' We pop out at midnight 'cause that's when it's darkest It's been a couple murders 'round town We did a couple murders 'round town B*t*h, I'll go get naughty like [?] The cops pull up on me, I just hop out I want yo' b*t*h 'cause that ho got potential I got this dagger that scrapin' our dental Said he want smoke, well, that boy gon' see metal Whip out the choppa, this ready to end you Pull out the choppa, it ready to end you Me and Young Kami got mops on our hip too Was throwin' her mouth and now he got the dead too That dude pop a Perc' and OD in the phone booth B*t*h, I don't care, don't tell me what you goin' through Think that you hard, tellin' me what you gonna do We know you got guns but we know that they don't shoot This the last song I record in my home booth Don't you stick that knife in your leg *Stab* Daargh, woow, wait, ow! Yo, hold on, hold—, ow Oh my— Hold on now, hold on Oh, that hurt Just bought a new Audi, that b*t*h goin' fast If you are not first, then, b*t*h, you are last Kick you in the ribs and they shatter like gla** If I catch you outside then I'm gon' beat your a** I'm makin' sales and that boy did the dash So I grab the .38, shoot at his a** Man, that was crazy, it all happened fast I'm back in the car and said to hit the gas Copy my moves, ho, that won't get you nowhere Lookin' real stupid with fake sh*t that you wear Knock on your door, and you answer like, "Who there?" Christopher Robin, they shot at me, Pooh bear Why you got a gun when you ain't never shot one? Boy, you a pu**y, you shouldn't have got one You gonna snitch on the day that the cops come 'Cause you a b*t*h and you can't even face one Do you want? Woow, hoo-hoo Eke, who-ha-ha Eem-huow E-he-he-huow Hahahaha (*Clapping*) Right there, right there I think I touched a nerve Right there! Aargh, I think I got a nerve Right there Alright, we got him, we got him Hold on right there, hold on, hold—, hold on right there Oh, wait, maybe, maybe don't touch it Can you feel it? Aargh, yeah, daargh
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