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This n***a looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My n***as keep them tools make em blow some
OTF they ride for Sosa
Riding with my hitters b**h we on some
Ride on an opp and then smoke them
Yea we keep them horns we will blow them
Who is these n***as, I don't know them
[Verse 1:]
GBE b**h we hot b**h we smokin
I'm chokin, what I'm smoking potent
I'm leaning, rolling and I'm totin'
You know where it's O and the no end
300 b**h don't make me bring them k**ers out
Real sh**, free all my hitters out
Don't make me bring them k**ers out
Youse a dead man that ain't even written so
Tec chop like lawn mowers
Feds listening, sh**, short convo
Hit a n***a with a combo
What I'm a fight for? My choppers drum roll
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[Verse 2:]
Throwing L's up, Glocks up
Don't start us, can't stop us
Everywhere they spot us
Chopper light, k** a cop though
Word around this n***a Stevie
I don't a f** with contacts, see me
I love getting tree-tree
Smoke kush get head by Kiki
I need that, I'm up now
A problem, we up now
My gun screaming "what?" now
You want that tough sh**? Our guns act tough now
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