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[Chorus: Callon B]
I told you I been murdering beats
(But they think I’m playin)
They nervous when I step on the scene
(But they think I’m playin)
I’m the one they hurtin to be
(But they think I’m playin)
Word on the street, they think I’m playin
Man I’m sayin
Not the one you wanna fuck with
I’m the one you wanna fuck with
The one you wanna fuck with, they think I’m playin x2
[Verse 1: Callon B]
I’ve been contemplating bout my competition
Shit puts me in an odd position
They all just wanna be down and I just off the bitches
Stop the bitchin
Blunts hittin like head on collision
You can’t get high with the team, you ain’t got permission
Got Your Back that’s real shit on my grind but I don’t skate no more
No doubt you gon feel this I see why they wanna play me for
That ganja pack get real lit (hoe)
Know they gonna steal this (flow)
I’m on my way that’s on my name I’m off the chain I’m a ill pit
Been waiting on my day for to long I ain’t gon wait no mo
Go ahead call me a name, it ain’t gon stain my soul
I done took more shit than you talkin
Till they see the whites in my sockets
And they lay me down in my coffin
Ima do it like there ain’t no option, uh
So who’s stoppin us? I’m splittin gars and droppin guts
You ain’t droppin bombs you ain’t dropped ya nuts
Y’all floppin duds I’m poppin subs
Attention bitch, I’m coppin some
They want it to they hoppin up
I shut em down I ain’t got enough
Not my fault they ain’t as hot as us
[Chorus: Callon B]
[Verse 2: Cooley Rashad]
I’m not the one you wanna fuck with them shots fly better duck quick
Green inside that red pack now that’s Milwaukee Buck shit
Got a good life and it’s bad to, kill shit? I’d be glad to
Murder beats with Callon B that’s homicide body bags to
P-A-D-U-C-A-H
That’s where I’m from and that’s where I claim
Northside so when the body’s drop yall already know the fucking name
Competing with lames it’s a damn shame somebody better come get me
Got a small circle don’t play games like a X-Box 360
Gold plates on my left wrist leave em pissed
Better recognize what the fuck time it is
Like a athlete to a mother fuckin DIP charge
In other words nigga I don’t play for shit
Been grinding all damn day, been grinding all damn day
Roll with me or get rolled over bitch get the hell out of my way
This real shit it’s not a game to us
I play for keeps and that’s dangerous
Smoke gasoline and I’m flaming up
Flow transformation I’m changing up
Trynna pop bottle and not sprite
Gotta jab left if this hook right
Thats punch line after punch line
I compared a song to a fucking fight
[Chorus: Callon B]
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