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I got Hitman on the beat Me and my brother, he in that cat I’m in that demon A b*t*h a piece with us, he going to Saks, I’m going to Nieman’s I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve (AKel) Now that’s all bad, smackin’ b*t*hes, whackin' n***as doggy I’m on all that, if you ain’t f**kn' every n***a with me, b*t*h, then fall back I won’t hesitate to shoot my opps because they caused that Only reason yo’ n***a still alive because I paused that They ain’t found out who killed my little brother because I solved that We already solved that, put a pu**y in the closet Bullets fly somebody, mammy gon’ die 'cause we on all that Bro came in here looking for the weed, I need that dog back Every time my youngins sell a bean, he buyin’ all straps I grew up in all black, I know how to get it going Bro don’t need no pape' to buy no Drac, know I’ll Get it for him If I wasn’t no f**kin’ millionaire, then I’d steal it for him Killer season, that’s my brother, we cut throat, we city born They don’t know you in your city, you didn’t get your city goin’ Don’t be calling me ‘bout who got shot ‘cause I didn’t get it done Told my n***as, he ain’t gotta kill nobody ‘cause I’m gonna kill him for him I remember late nights, tryna get my pape' right And everybody turned on me Bro died for 8 pints, three pounds of fake ice F**k rats, we hate mice but, but still love Cashin’ out and pa**in’ out I pay for b*t*hes a**es now (Yeah, yeah) Them t**ties right, you feel me right You got the torch come pa** it down (Yeah, yeah), I’m taxing now I used to want the six and that was after bar our sticks elite I strip the b*t*h to tip her, send the pics to skeet These b*t*hes freak Me and the gang gon' take them b*t*hes phone before we go to sleep B*t*hes pull up to my house with thongs on 'cause they know I’m freaky Multi-millionaire I throw that B in the air like Cardi B You know if you ain’t bother me ‘bout no money then you ain’t bothering me You gon’ have to blame my momma 'cause she the one who started me (Momma) I face shot my opps on spot, I do not take no tolery That mean I don’t tolerate no sucka sh*t from no pu**y n***a That mean I might shoot you in yo' face 'cause you a pu**y n***a Hot boy, young n***a he so ready, he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadly It’s gon' be a murder robbery if he get threatened And my homeboys apart of me they like my weapons Gang gang, gang gang gang, he so ready Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hot boy He so ready its gone be a murder robbery if he get threatened Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
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