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[Intro]
Shit
Yeah, damn (COUPE)
That motherfucker hittin'
It got me high
Yeah

[Chorus]
I got G.I. Joes (G.I. Joes)
Big gun, bitch, and we bombin' shit (Bombin' shit), bitch, C4 (C4)
And I'm big dog, BEO (BEO)
Play with me, we cut your throat (Cut your throat)
Yeah, believe in a Perc' (Perc')
Smokin' a nigga like purple (Just like purple)
Star frames on my face, I can't see shit like I'm Urkel (Like I'm Urkel)
Trappin' whenever my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker (Couldn't be no worker)
Cock it and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers (All they workers)
Damn, nigga, my main, I can see how that bitch workin' (How she workin')
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name (Okay)

[Verse 1]
Y'all niggas had big dogs, ain't nobody was frontin' mе (Yeah)
Everybody sellin' drugs in my hood, niggas was runnin' and scarеd of me (Scared of me)
Niggas know what's up with all the shooters and robbers, yeah, they all follow me
Takin' shit was never a problem, take down big fish shit like Willie B
Lil' shrimp, why you's a goldfish to me? (Yeah)
Have you ever robbed a robber, pussy?
Have you ever killed a killer, bully?
.44 Bulldog, wish it was fully (On God, nigga)
Know that my life revolve with guns (Yeah)
You ain't got no gun, then run (Run)
My clip' gon' shoot, moments on

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know I'm the dangerous one (For real)
They hate 'cause I'm the famous one (They hate 'cause I'm the famous one)
Nah, for real, lil' nigga, my life real like rich shooter (Rich shooter)
I'm the one that send the shooter
My shooter don't come, I come to do you (Come and do you)
Bounce out, nigga, just for a hundred, whole lot of money, hallelujah (Hallelujah)
I might spin that bitch with my partner, double back, we alley-oop 'em (Had to dunk)
Yeah, backend, backend, back on stage
Walk in the club and get a fifty-ball and I ain't gotta rap a thing (I ain't gotta rap a thing)
Damn, I came a long way from rappin', nigga, just like I'm Wayne (Just like I'm Wayne, nigga)
Pluck these chicken-ass niggas (On God)
If you switch on me, you stuck on the other side, you can die (On God)
Got no remorse for my enemy, most of them niggas fried (On God)
I'm the type of nigga that a pussy nigga cannot try (Never)
Get your name and roll it up in paper, call you that new 'za (That 'za)
And your folks gon' backdoor for that paper, boy, this shit get fire (Get fire, nigga)
Yeah, shit get fire and shit (We droppin' real racks on a hit, nigga)

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