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Gotta tell these pu**y ass n***as suck my d**k
Ay, huh, yeah, ay, ay

You not a killer, you fold under pressure
I play him to the left, yeah you know I neglect him
Hit his ass with this choppa, I know that he felt that
b*t*h I know how to rob, you know that I'm steppin'
When sh*t go down, who really gonna slide?
I saw me a murder when I was just five
Homicide on my brain, you know that I'm traumatized
I couldn't find my opp, so you know that his mamma died
b*t*h, I'm deep in the field, I don't need no cleats
b*t*h I'm not from Miami, but I keep my heat
And my Glock on my side every time that I sleep
That choppa make him sweat, like he was Keith
Finger on the trigger, b*t*h you know that I shoot
When a opp see me, you know they salute
b*t*h you know I'm the sickest like I had the flu
Put yo ass in the ground, like he was a root
n***a watch yo mouth who the f**k is you buggin'?
I shot him two times and he died so he lucky
You can call me [?] cause a young n***a thuggin'
Bullets real hot like I put em' in the oven
AR-15 with the 223's
I get a n***a burned like Charlie Sheen
I'm black with the mask so you know I ain't seen
My n***as they shootin' like they was Kareem
Glock got a dildo, never been a weirdo
Pull up at yo front door, shoot like Rondo
Hoes in the condo, d**k in her tonsils
When I get a nut, imma kick em' out pronto
Who got shot n***a I really-

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