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f-ck all these n-ggas, they could eat a d-ck, bar none
and i’m on the bar, so i’m telling these n-ggas on bar one
double x l flow, n-gga i’m a one x
flow first, guns next — all these n-ggas is dumb s-x
shoot em in the face, then the chest, then the lungs next
one shot, one dead; n-gga, i’m a blunt-head gun-head
bloodied up high — that’s dumb red
stupid with the gun, getting money — that’s dumb bread
f-ck whoever’s nice, f-ck whoever’s not nice
f-ck about your whip, i pop you up at the stoplight
you saying what you like, i could tell you what you not like
you not nice, you not real
yeah, i’m in the ritz but i be on the block, still
holding on the glock, still
you don’t want static
you might want to beep a n-gga, you don’t want static
i pull out the automatic
shelter terminology
peep the terminology
twitter’s the only time you better motherf-cking follow me
unless you giving money out, something like the lottery
plant you like some weed, or some motherf-cking pottery
whoever said they was hard, n-gga, you owe a f-cking apology
old head, young head
yeah, it’s blue steel, but i could make the gun red
stick it in your guts the second after i pump lead
c-cksucker, disgusted with it
holler back, n-gga, if you was f-cking with it
yeah, you got a gun, but you p-ssy and you ain’t bucking with it
motherf-cker

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