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Duun dun dun dun
f**k wrong with these n***as man
Goddamn

Glock 26 for the summer time
You don't got a stick but you know that I'm tucking mine
You plottin' on me you must've lost yo' f**kin' mind
b*t*h I stay on the phone, no, I'm not really hard to find
Talkin' real tough on the net now he cryin'
We slid on that sh*t with that fire, his homie died
Killin' his homies, call that sh*t a homiecide
He said he was ready—I guess that he lied

f**k n***a broke so he hatin' now
His BM, in my BNB waitin' on me
They know I don't say sh*t, I just spray it homie
Leave him stankin' leave that f**k n***a layin' low
Want me on yo' song, f**k n***a you payin' for it
You say you a plug but you just the aux cord
Rob a goofie even though he the aux cord
Pull up, foreign, no, it don't need a aux cord
Two Glocks, just like Max Payne
.50 cal on me, that b*t*h hit a airplane
I got a rifle that will stop a freight train
Boom boom, headshot, now he don't got a brain
I'ma kill for my dogs, no, this sh*t not a game
We came from different [?], no, we not built the same
Had to switch up the flow, I had too many lames
Do this sh*t for the guap, give a f**k 'bout the fame
I'm at yo' hood, shootin' sh*t like the range
Who this n***a in the trap? He look strange
Try some sh*t, and you gon' meet yo' fate
Shooter in the cut, ducked off with the drac'
These n***as not street, they sweet like cake
Two hunnid on the dash and I don't use the brakes
Told on my ass but I still keep it straight
Choppa with some double d's and we goin' on a date

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