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I got a Glock with a beam on that b*t*h, yeah
Strap stay tucked, he don't know where it is
Pop out at his party with sticks
They wanna hate, but it is what it is
You are a random, don't think you're about it
I keep the strap, don't leave nowhere without it

I feel like Nigo, blow a damn bag in
He talk sh*t, now he dead on the ground
Bullets for him if we catchin' him lacking
I do not care, I do not want you around
I feel like Delta, tell me where the racks is
I put a bullet right in your smile
313, b*t*h, I'm fresh out the trappin'
Bro got his Glock from the clearance isle
He talks tough then he gets spilled, ain't trying to say you real
And he talk horrible like the Glock ain't meant to kill
And I been evil, evil, he talk sh*t, now his pockets on tilt
He tweak off the needle, needle, I don't need no f**kin' pills

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