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Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom f*ck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30 Big .30 (K4 produced it) Baow-baow-baow-baow-baow Pull up to that boy mama, shoot up where he stay (Grrt, grrt, grrt) P right, huh? Grrt, Baow-baow-baow, grrt, grrt f*ck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30 You got that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stay And to that dead nigga, that got hit up, up in his face Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that f*cking case I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed Put you on Union Street, now your back under some f*ckin' damn wheels Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled Nigga, f*ck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the f*cking damn steering wheel Why the f*ck you keep on calling my damn phone? Bitch Ain't you a grown bitch? I just want some dome, bitch If you think I'ma bone you, bitch, they way it spray, it's a hundred percent Weed got me smoking, choking and shit I'ma gangster, I'm steady reloading my shit When a car pass, I'm just holding my shit Catch that boy, explode to the bitch If he run, then my choppa gon' click If a opp pass, I'ma spray at the bitch With a AR, thought I had me a lick No Ludacris, I'ma knock off his wig 4KTre Murda Bih That boy evil here, aim all at your kid f*ck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30 You got that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stayAnd to that dead nigga, that got hit up, up in his face Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that f*cking case I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed Put you on Union Street, now your back under some f*ckin' damn wheels Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled Nigga, f*ck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the f*cking damn steering wheel Bitch, I'm on my body I'm on my top Talkin' out your body them hallows will rip your top Like a snake, bitch, I'm a python, I'll pull up send a drop p*ssy bitch nigga just bad 'cause I got diamonds, bitch, don't flop Fake ass pop sews Nigga, you ain't no gangster, nigga stop On your every sudden move p*ssy bitch nigga like you a clock Plus, I'm smokin' on this juice, this shit so poo COS, got your bitch up on my cock Ain't no beef if you ain't kill none of the opps f*ck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30 (.30) You got that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stay (Bah-bah) And to that dead nigga, that got hit up, up in his face (Bah) Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that f*cking case I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed Put you on Union Street, now your back under some f*ckin' damn wheels Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled Nigga, f*ck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the f*cking damn steering wheel
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