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Taylor Made da' Beat
Back in Cali, B*t*h
Brrt(Memphis)
Glock 26 or 44 bulldog(nope)
Maybe an' Ar-15 wit' a .223 Scope

Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack
If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back
Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back
I’m just run it up to the field

And it's still a few hitters from the six (Six)
Jumpin' over bodies when them boys say, "Hit the switch"
N***as dip, who you think around the corner? It's a drill(brrt)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal(*gunshot*)
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up, it's a hit, f**k who you with
We gon' pull up bangin', all my n***as bangin'
Keep a block(Woo, Woo)smokin' on that stankin', man, that sh*t get dangerous
Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers anxious
Like, "Who is he?," you don't think the n***a safe, he lose a limb
Fifty thousand chain, half of that'll get you hit
Ah sh*t, caught that boy dissin'(grrah)
Now he dead
These n***as hoes, you know, I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I'm on the road, still tottin' pole
My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, the Opps on hold
He still locked up, it's takin' long
Shawty wanna know when he comin' home

Another Sack, Tryna Whip up some new Crack
I’ll shoot' em in the back
Ain’t tryna twitter talk cut the chit chat
I’m in my city, one thing you can’t do is lack
You Know these N***as are Snake that’ll stab you in the back
I remember when I touch my first rack(first rack)
I'ma run it up, I ain’t never look back
All blicks, we just play this sh*t for keeps, that's all year(brrt)
I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b*t*h
I seen it all, been in this sh*t since a lil' youngin', since a jit(Skrrt)
He said it all, I heard that boy, he rat, I heard that boy he snitch
I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (get bopped)
A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics
Took Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him, "Get a grip"
She watch her left, sayin', "Six hundred K'll get you killed"
And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I get the drill
These n***as hoes, you know, I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I'm on the road, still tottin' pole
My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, the Opps on hold
He still locked up, it's takin' long
Shawty wanna know when he comin' home

Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack
If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back(right back)
Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back
I’m just run it up to the field

Brrt-brrt, Brrt, Brrt, Brrt
Still got Some Shootas From the back
N***a was Caught Dissin' On me
Ayy
Brrt-brrt, Brrt-brrt, Brrt

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