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Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand, put your hand Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Yeah, yo I'm a threat to society, a n***a that can read and write We all stress-smoking weed at night Playing corners is for gonners, n***as is from the pawn us with guns [?] Draw on us, that's why we keep it honest Sippin with the metal got me sleeping with the devil Creepin in the ghetto, sh*t gets deeper than the shovel Some n***as get deported, some n***as just get extorted Don't get it distorted, 30 shots to get exported (PRAAAAAAAA) F**k Balenciagas and dirty Billy Bottegas The crib at Valencia palace, I'm in Vegas Pain ain't the villain (uh) Ain't it the feeling to have penicillin's Playing with your children A master mathematics Smashed on craftmatics The cashmatics n***as got flashy cash habits I don't flash if you flash, a plasmatic The cash that'll crash the porsche and laugh at it Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand, put your hand Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with I done seen so much death in the last f**king year That I'm wondering who's next, why evil still here? I'm half deaf, the gun went [?] Forget everything and run That's the meaning of fear Poppa music on the phone, they got it on cell Locked in your phone n***a, that's why they call it a cell Got caught with a burner, thought it was straight to jail But they couldn't charge you with a felony Got ate the shells, hate the 12th Broke n***a, break yourself Hot gun on your forehead, your face should melt Half the illest sh*t I did, I can't even mention Statute of limitations, that'd be self-snitching I come dressed up like UPS Have your whole family zip tied at your address (YES) And I don't hate you, if that's what you're thinking But if you were on fire and I had water, I'd drink it Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand, put your hand Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with Put your hand up that you shoot with, shoot with
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