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That choppa spit and twist his body Your lil homie died, you ain't spin back The f**k, you scared or sum? Them strikers on my a**, I ran up twenty, and bout all the guns (Revilo) Address the situation while I'm off cets, I send it up Bodies keep on droppin' back to back inside my city 'Cause the wrong n***as got money Left folks hot, it ain't no chillin' Bussin' off the trips, but I prefer the wock, just cause the feelin' Caught him snoozin' on his block off of that Act' and stamp the hit FN make his body twist, almost got off until he tripped I let them shells eat on his face, then get up close, make sure he hit Shawty run off like folks, so I know I got him whеn I blick I put a name on every onе of these 556's in my clip We don't pop innocents, we come shoot who we lookin' for then dip I'm really 'bout mine, but I'm really 'bout my business too, that's it I'm really 5' 9", but it's really 556's in this clip You really f**ked up, if you think you finna touch me in this b*t*h I put my hoe on him, he thought he gon' get lucky in this b*t*h (Finna touch me) Lil stupid a** (Dumba**), hey, come here (Grah, grah) N***a keep on boostin' on them apps Like what, you tough or sum? Twirl the wock, put the choppa on him like I'm cuttin' sum If I'm walkin' with my chain out, you know I'm tuckin' sum Walk in this b*t*h with a whole hunnid on me I ain't talkin' bout money, I'm talkin' bout the drum and the gun On the huff for your homie Finna summon a demon and put him up on you That be one of my homies That boy did shoot and score like Parker, I might call him Tony (That boy did shoot and score) Bro put the money in the bag, and get a bullet in your sh*t, ayy A risk for your life, boy, you don't wanna take that risk Choppa knock your whole f**kin' arm off, take that wrist I caught him jumpin' out the window, n***a tried to break that b*t*h Fast lane, I'm never cruisin' tryna catch up with them losses Subtractin' f**k n***as, gotta link up with them bosses F&N go through the vest (Let's go) That how he got three to the chest (Let's go) We kept them bodies, nothin' less Want peace, we lay your a** to rest Ooh, another R.I.P. shirt My dawg just dropped the perms, he need a Perky 'cause his teeth hurt Walk down with revolvers, need no shells, we call that neat work (Let's go) My mind been on them drills, but I gotta rip these beats first Driller turned into a trapper (Let's go) Trapper turned into a rapper Rotatin' all three just to make that money come faster Must be off the Qualis, she ain't even see me shoot past her Sent my gutter b*t*h to slam my opp, she gon' outlast her That choppa spit and twist his body Bro, your homie died, you ain't spin back The f**k, you scared or sum? Them strikers on my a**, I ran up twenty, and bought all the guns (Revilo) Address the situation while I'm off cets, I send it up Bodies keep on droppin' back to back inside my city 'Cause the wrong n***as got money Left folks hot, it ain't no chillin' Bussin' off the trips, but I prefer the wock, just cause the feelin' Caught him snoozin' on his block off of that Act' and stamp the hit FN make his body twist, almost got off until he tripped I let these shells eat on his face, then get up close, make sure he hit Shawty run off like folks, so I know I got him when I blick I put a name on every one of these 556's in my clip We don't pop innocents, we come shoot who we lookin' for and then dip
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