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Grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow (Like)
(Run that up, Rico)
Every opp shot n***a, everything dead
Grrt, baow (Smoking all deads, n***a)
N***as tweakin', n***as is crazy
F**k outta here, haha haha
Simon says, do what I say or you dead
Aha, aha, aha, bye-bye, hahaha
I don't give a sh*t
Look

Say tell all them f**k n***as, "Pop out"
We get the drop and we bendin' again
Ride with a switch, you wanna see how it slams?
Simon says, do what I say or you dead
Better tell all them f**k n***as, "Watch out"
Don't be out on that block or it's litty again
I done lost time, money, plenty of friends
Go live if you want, pull up hitting again
(Run that up, Rico)

He 34K? Throw 34 hollows at him
Leave him dead as sh*t right on the H
Lil' b*t*h, is you crazy?
I done popped out on they block with that b*t*h in my hand everyday sh*t
Check my location
I used to live in they hood, had to slam it out plenty occasions
We was still a baby, tryna smoke me a grown man, you ain't heard about them 34 babies?
Baow, if I up the .30, they better move
Choppa go "grrah-grrah," b*t*h goes zoom, like
700, DOA be the move
Talking on bro, I'ma shoot at your crew, like
Give a f**k if that sh*t make the news
She a baba, that lil' b*t*h a smooch, like
Off a patty or .42, she might get loose, like
Off the duece, what I say she gon' do like
(Run that up, Rico)
Thunder be buggin', told lil' brodie click 'em
If the gun jam up, we gon' strip em'
Red beam on the gun, how the f**k you miss 'em?
If you on talking on bro, your man's grave is where I'm p*ssin'
Like, bro go shot, n***as started snitchin'
And lil' Paco got shot, n***as started b*t*hin'
Free Leeky, free Fetty, be drillin' like a demon

Grrt, baow
Every opp shot n***a, everything dead
F**k these n***as talkin' about?
N***a, pick that n***a the f**k up
He said, "Bye-bye", outta here (Dubski)
Bye-bye, hahahaha
(Run that up, Rico)
Ayo Glizzy, them n***as know they ain't on sh*t with these shottas
They tweakin', we leavin' 'em dead
Brodie dropped two, he's the real 2x, but that sh*t right there just gonna over their heads
We ran up a few, they was talkin' that sh*t like they litty, now bet they regret that sh*t that they said
What you gonna do?
Yeah, we smoked your hitter, now lil' b*t*h, come do all that sh*t that you said
If I don't got my gun, knuckle up
Most of the time I got pole 'cause it's up
And the way that I tote, don't get touched
Boomin' for Blay and JB, b*t*h, I'm clutch, like
When you catch Kay Flock, he gon' boom
Dougz is goin' with who?
Doug throw five, I throw ten back at you, like
I'm Mr. Go-Cool-With-The-Deuce
(Run that up, Rico)
Ayy, we don't do drive-bys
We walkin' up, send him sky high
Brodie done gave him a high-five
P-P-Pu**y got flocked in his hat actin' loose
Ayy, my glizzy pack a punch like it's from Black Ops
I really wack 'em and make a new dead opps
When I—When I see him, I'm tightenin' 'em screws
And whoever you with, you get shot with your boo
Try to run, .30 knockin' his head off
We be scorin' like this sh*ts the playoffs
Twenty-six in this fever, pop out do him greasy
But I'll get him gone with a ten-shot
I said I'll get him gone with a rocket
Walk down, pull that b*t*h out my pocket
N***as know that it's not your best option is runnin' away, they know I'm still gon' pop it
(Run that up, Rico)
Yeah big brodie got touched, but he's Gucci
Don't want smoke with these shottas, you stupid
We gon' turn up the score
Hit him dead, hit him more
My name Fredo, but 2x like Toosii
Say tell all them f**k n***as, "Pop out"
We get the drop and we bendin' again
Ride with a switch, you wanna see how it slams?
Simon says, do what I say or you dead
Better tell all them f**k n***as, "Watch out"
Don't be out on that block or it's litty again
I done lost time, money, plenty of friends
Go live if you want, pull up hitting again
(Run that up, Rico)

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