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You would think it's Halloween the way I'm adding to my bag
Had them shooters at yo house, catch em layin' in that gra**
Will teach a opp a lesson like a teacher teachin' cla**
Red dots to yo' window like we playin' laser tag

N***as actin' tough until we pop out with that mop
If he really want that static, we 'gon make his body drop
N***a, you ain't with the gang if you stay rockin' with the opps
We 'gon slide down, up the choppa, load the clip and wet his block
On my Ray Lewis sh*t  I'm dancin' when I get the sack
If a n***a talkin' down, we grab the stick and blow 'em back
And i'll never duck a opp unless he snitchin' like a rat
All my n***as carry guns so why you runnin' with a bat?

He was talkin' tough until we pulled up with that stick
B*t*h that chop stick got a kit, make his body do a flip
I've been hustlin', gettin' rich and I be stackin' up them chips
If he frontin' for them b*t*hes we 'gon empty out the clip
Catch a opp in traffic, we 'gon send that pu**y out
Heard he like to do the talkin' bet that choppa close his mouth
If that goofy hidin' out we 'gon run up in his house
N***as in my lane, they better take a different route
How you talkin' all that sh*t but you be actin' like a fan?
When I caught him up in public, he ain't squared up, goofy ran
If that n***a drop a addy, we 'gon pull up in that van
And he best not come to Houston 'cuz I told his a** he banned
N***as actin' tough until we pop out with that mop
If he really want that static, we 'gon make his body drop
N***a, you ain't with the gang if you stay rockin' with the opps
We 'gon slide down, up the choppa, load the clip and wet his block
On my Ray Louis sh*t then I'm dancin' when I get the sack
If a n***a talkin' down, we grab the stick and blow 'em back
And I never duck a opp unless he snitchin' like a rat
All my n***as carry guns so why you runnin' with a bat?

You would think he Tay K 'cuz I made him do the race
N***as thinks it's funny, shoot that smile off his face
When we catch him up in public, we 'gon crack him like a vase
Bet that goofy actin' tough until we put him in his place
Dead n***as in my wallet, I be runnin' up a check
Keep a freezer on my wrist and VVS around my neck
If he talkin' out his face, we 'gon take that as a threat
Ain't no try to hit my phone when I be ridin' private jets
N***as try to steal this songs, they try to take a n***a drip
But if a goofy touch the profit we 'gon smoke him like a zip
And he want to throw them hands then I'm 'gon bust him in his lip
We 'gon scam him for his profit just to make them packs flip
I be puttin' up them points while you be sittin' in the stands
I be gettin' to the bag, I be stackin' up my bands
How you actin' like you hate me but you tried to shake my hand?
I been scammin' credit cards, got me feelin' like the man
N***as actin' tough until we pop out with that mop
If he really want that static, we 'gon make his body drop
N***a, you ain't with the gang if you stay rockin' with the opps
We 'gon slide down, up the choppa, load the clip and wet his block
On my Ray Louis sh*t then I'm dancin' when I get the sack
If a n***a talkin' down, we grab the stick and blow 'em back
And I never duck a opp unless he snitchin' like a rat
All my n***as carry guns so why you runnin' with a bat?

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