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I got Hitman on the beat
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
When I'm on that shit, man
Real shooter shit, uh
Stand on that business, nigga, or get the f*ck up outta here
Uh, uh, damn, yeah

I got a hundred pounds on the floor
Just got a knock at the door
I put a hundred rounds on your dome
Lil brodie gon' give you some more
I put a lot of bodies on my soul
It ain't no repairin' no more
Went broke, but I'm still spendin' more
If that's where they at then we spinnin' it, bro
I pop a pill, now I feel alive
This p*ssy too tight, it won't fit inside
That big [?] race, you can come and try
Its comin' [?] cut it twice, but they still bitin'
I'm rockin' Off White
Flew to the island, the vibe made it feel right
[?] I charge him the high price
I got a chopper, this bitch really my height
f*ck is a doctor? I'm making my own pints
I get it and get it off
I had to lose and convert to a boss
Got a convertible faster than [?]
Run through the pack straight from Cali, I'm catchin' the toast
Not talkin' pounds, but I'm catching the dogs
This ain't no movie, but I'm in her drawers
Money straight like my teeth, bitch, yes, I like to floss
Its like Call of Duty, my lil shooters gon' cross
Who got the money? We want it all
Took that bitch to the mall, she got f*cked in the store
I don't play, told that bitch "Suck that dick like a ho"
Too his face, exotic, smell [?] when I cough
My house look like a jungle, imported the cheetah
Why this ho fall in love with me, she know I'm a cheater
My lil bitch like to scam, so I bought her a reader
Bought so much ice, thought I got it from Rita's

I pop a pill, now I feel alive
This p*ssy too tight, it won't fit inside
That big [?] race, you can come and try
Its comin' [?] cut it twice, but they still bitin'
I'm rockin' Off White
Flew to the island, the vibe made it feel right
[?] I charge him the high price
I got a chopper, this bitch really my height
f*ck is a doctor? I'm making my own pints (For real)

You gotta pay for that shit that you said
You gotta pay for that shit that you did
Grandmama said I'ma pay for my sins
Won't stop f*ckin' that bitch 'til I'm f*ckin' her friends
I'm not talkin' papers but I live a Raw life
Shootouts in public, don't care if its daylight
Test the chopper on opps just to see if it spray right
f*ck twelve, 'cause they want me livin' the fed life
I got a clip, like a tape, its on rewind
Bought a AP just to freeze time
That p*ssy taste like some fruit with some squeeze lime
Just bought a Jaggy, I'm drivin' the feline
I got the water, for the sea lions
If you try to run, them bullets hit your behind
Shout out my bro in the beehive
Seen [?], I was like OG, let me try

I'm making my own pints
I got a chopper, this bitch really my height

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