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Taylor Made da' Beat Back in Cali, B*t*h Brrt(Memphis) Glock 26 or 44 bulldog(nope) Maybe an' Ar-15 wit' a .223 Scope Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back I’m just run it up to the field And it's still a few hitters from the six (Six) Jumpin' over bodies when them boys say, "Hit the switch" N***as dip, who you think around the corner? It's a drill(brrt) All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal(*gunshot*) I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys Walk up, it's a hit, f**k who you with We gon' pull up bangin', all my n***as bangin' Keep a block(Woo, Woo)smokin' on that stankin', man, that sh*t get dangerous Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers anxious Like, "Who is he?," you don't think the n***a safe, he lose a limb Fifty thousand chain, half of that'll get you hit Ah sh*t, caught that boy dissin'(grrah) Now he dead These n***as hoes, you know, I know He think he slick, I know he told I'm on the road, still tottin' pole My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold If you get caught, you better not fold He had a case, the Opps on hold He still locked up, it's takin' long Shawty wanna know when he comin' home Another Sack, Tryna Whip up some new Crack I’ll shoot' em in the back Ain’t tryna twitter talk cut the chit chat I’m in my city, one thing you can’t do is lack You Know these N***as are Snake that’ll stab you in the back I remember when I touch my first rack(first rack) I'ma run it up, I ain’t never look back All blicks, we just play this sh*t for keeps, that's all year(brrt) I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b*t*h I seen it all, been in this sh*t since a lil' youngin', since a jit(Skrrt) He said it all, I heard that boy, he rat, I heard that boy he snitch I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (get bopped) A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics Took Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him, "Get a grip" She watch her left, sayin', "Six hundred K'll get you killed" And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I get the drill These n***as hoes, you know, I know He think he slick, I know he told I'm on the road, still tottin' pole My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold If you get caught, you better not fold He had a case, the Opps on hold He still locked up, it's takin' long Shawty wanna know when he comin' home Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back(right back) Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back I’m just run it up to the field Brrt-brrt, Brrt, Brrt, Brrt Still got Some Shootas From the back N***a was Caught Dissin' On me Ayy Brrt-brrt, Brrt-brrt, Brrt
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