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(FOREVERROLLING) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah He must thought this sh*t was sweet, but it's a Sour Patch (Sour Patch) Yankin' all through Tennessee, lost police like a hour back He gon' get found hit up if he diss us, that's how I'll react AR out the window, make his trigger clap like jumpin' jacks It's gon' be a killin' if we found out that you f**k wit' that Get low, I shoot this pole, chop' make him limbo, no hittin' back (Ain't no hittin' back) You heard somethin' 'bout it, I can take you where they do it at (Take you where they do it at) They don't want no ZaZa, this where snorters and them shooters at Raw, I mean, I started wit' a ball and flippеd to two, three zaps Silly fool, kickin' it wit' dude like you ain't know he rat? (You ain't know hе told?) You got picks and choose, I ain't got no picks, all of 'em get this clip (All of 'em get this gun) I up this blick, I shoot, I ain't gon' miss, now when he talk, he spit (When he talk he spit) Playin' tough, n***a, you been a b*t*h, like when he walk his switch (Like when he walk his switch) (Yeah boy, I heard you been a b*t*h, you probably take 'em) Ayy, this that slide music (Yeah) Grab yo' blick, go hit the switch, somebody died to it Some of these n***as ain't killers, they actually murderers, they really in fifth (Fifth) I seen a n***a poppin' Ecstasy (What?), blame the body on a pill (Damn) B*t*h tried to hurt me (Hurt me), I popped a perky (Perky), b*t*h, I'm good (I'm good) Numb to the pain (I am), my feelings don't even exist (At all) Really if it's 'bout a b*t*h, n***a (Yuh), why it's all the rich n***as? Executive drug dealer, who the f**k raise you n***as? (Who that?) You ain't never watch 48 Hours? You don't understand law and power? (Do you?) I cherish this thing of ours, let me gon give my n***as they flowers (Let's get it) Rollie, Rollie, Richard AP, can't buy time in these streets Don't put time in these freaks, everybody shine, just not me Who you ever help, n***a? (Who?) You only 'bout yourself, n***a (Facts) You ain't a boss, you ain't got a trace You ain't a boss, you ain't got the vision Seen this sh*t when I was in the kitchen Turned around, then I went and did it Walkin' out of each state, wit' a choppa on me (Choppa on me) Damn, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me (Paparazzi on me) (Yeah, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me) Headshot, bury him, dig him up, turn around, do it again (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I'm too consistent wit' murder, my shooters gon' do him in (Bow, bow, bow) When I up this fire, n***as gon' sing just like a violin (Gang, gang, gang, gang) B*t*h, you cross yo' head, yo' mammy, she gon' miss her child then (Pu**y) I'm cutthroat retarded wit' the Draco, I'll put you to shame (Pu**y) N***a play wit' me one time, I swear that lil' sh*t cost his brain (Pu**y) Walk 'em down, certified, streets'll tell you 'fore I got the fame Switches on my Glock, all my young n***as, sh*t, I ain't got no aim (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Walkin' out of each state, wit' a choppa on me (Choppa on me) Damn, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me (Paparazzi on me) (Yeah, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me) That's crazy First it was the feds, now paparazzi on me That's crazy G, you hear? They still takin' pictures though
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