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[Drakeo the Ruler]
He ran up on the chop, he's a boxer
Pow, right in the kisser
This a stick, this a drum, I'll drop somethin', nigga
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I'ma shoot the K until the cops come
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We did him like that 'cause he's a spot burner
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Pull up with the stick with the drum, who wan' run with me?
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Stupid shells dumping out the chop, it's a hundiddy
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I'ma pull it out the Louis bag, don't come for me
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I just stomped a nigga in some Christian Louboutins
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I just shot a nigga granny house, don't care who in there
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I can't trust the niggas that I hang with, they be shooting kids
Pow, right in the kisser

[Ketchy The Great & Drakeo the Ruler]
I'll smoke a nigga like a Swisher or a pack of cigs
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I'll pull on with a chop on the opps and split a wig (For real)
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I broke his bitch, he poppin' it, now I'm poppin' on Fig
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We didn't drive-by, we walked him down, put him in a ditch
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I got this FN'll cross a nigga, treat him like a Christian
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In my Christian Louboutins runnin', chasin' me a victim
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The 7.62s flippin'll put him in a blender
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A bartender, I give him shots, now he look drunk like he on liquor
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[Remble & Drakeo the Ruler]
Those are not Glocks, buddy, those are ghost guns (Those ain't real)
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My homie smoked too many opps, he don't got no lungs (He ain't even got no lungs)
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.223 shells, nigga, that's for King Kong (That's for them big-ass niggas)
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Go play that Ruth's Chris, bitch, that's my theme song (We eat at Ruth's Chris every time we walk shit)
Pow, right in the kisser
In this Bally backpack is a big strap (Got some shit that really can't even fit in this backpack)
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He got flipped, hollows turned him to a Big Mac (Turned his dumb ass to a burger or somethin')
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Dead man, that's a homie you can't get back (He's no longer, he can't come back)
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Strippin' every buster nigga at them kickbacks (They have no chains on, bro)
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[Money Monk & Drakeo the Ruler]
Ridin' around the city with two straps, I feel like John Wick (Feel like I'm Wick)
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Caught him front our store, so I flicked him like a Bic (Like a lighter)
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Bitches choosin' sides 'cause they knowin' we the shit (We them niggas, we got sticks)
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We don't give 'em shit, we just run 'em, then we dip (We dip, we run 'em)
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Bro dropped fifty, so I had to place the order (The order, I placed it)
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Chop his head off and throw his body 'cross the border (I flipped him like a quarter)
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You is not a slider, nigga, you the hood porter
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You could date the bitch if you got the fee to afford her (You can't buy that bitch)
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[Drakeo the Ruler]
He's never coming back and that's that
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I'ma shoot it 'til my hand cramp
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I ain't finna go in bareback, bitch
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You love me, then come let my friends crash
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I caught him lacking in a C class
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We gon' have to run the beat back
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You go against the team, you need cash
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I caught his mama at the repass
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[Ralfy the Plug & Drakeo the Ruler]
Another nigga dead, you gotta deal with it (I mean it's been a long-ass time)
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You an internet thug, I'm in them real trenches (You just pop it on the 'Gram, you weird-ass nigga)
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He wanna squabble up, I wanna kill niggas (I'ma hit him with this chop, we ain't gon' box)
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I'm from the Stinc Team, it's all real niggas (We runnin' shit, y'all weird)
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I nutted in her face and told her deal with it (Splashed all on her motherfuckin' face)
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I was cooking in the county on the grill, nigga (I was whippin' up all type of fancy shit)
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I was really in K-Town takin' field trips (With Ling Ling, Mei Ling, Kim Jong, and all them)
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All dome shots, we tryna split wigs (We tryna rearrange some shit)
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[ Drakeo the Ruler]
Man, niggas know what the fuck goin' on with niggas
(Pow, right in the kisser)
Man, he's never coming back and that's that, nigga
Man let that shit go, bro, like
This shit is ridiculous like (Pow, right in the kisser)
You niggas still holding onto grudges and all that shit from three years ago, man, like (Pow, right in the kisser)
I'm just saying, like, y'all niggas, like
Come on, bro, like (Pow, right in the kisser)
Like, like, it's over with bro, like, man, like, like, come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisser)
He's never coming back and that's that
Like (Pow, right in the kisser)
Like, just face it, bro, like y'all just holding onto this shit like, nigga
(Pow, right in the kisser)
What y'all gon' do, wait 'til somebody else get flipped? Like, what's goin' on?
Like (Pow, right in the kisser)
Yeah, exactly, nigga, yeah
(Pow, right in the kisser)
Ugh
(Pow, right in the kisser)
Pow, right in the kisser, pow, right in the kisser, pow, right in the kisser (Pow, right in the kisser)
Ugh
Come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisser)
He's no longer
(Pow, right in the kisser)

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