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Aw you done and got all them guns and you ain’t killed nobody yet. How many times you shot that mother? Ain’t nobody proud, no dead. Shots out this murder
Talkin bout you poppin tags, you ain’t bought shhh. Said you bought a hundred bottles, you ain’t pop shhh. Oh you talkin now bout clips? You ain’t shot shhh. Spendin money on it. You ain’t, you ain’t shhh. (x2)
Bought a whole hundred pair red bottom shhh. That’s a quarter million on my ears my nigga. Stick em, you ain’t never came wit ya. Go and put it, put it on a picture. Go and put it on a t shirt. Back in the day when a nigga sell dope, I’ma slap your daddy out of there and put him in a yoke. Fourty, woo. Turn up, turn up
My ambition’s as a rider. Send em all in, get higher. I’ma buy ya. No you not a front wheel driver. Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only. You never walk around with a lot of money. Bad news fallin out your pocket. When you hit em in the head can you keep it solid? Bullet proof whip, where the blood at? Raw, uncut, no product. Represent your game, throw it up. I don’t give a fuck where you at, throw it up
Talkin bout you poppin tags, you ain’t bought shhh. Said you bought a hundred bottles, you ain’t pop shhh. Oh you talkin now bout clips? You ain’t shot shhh. Spendin money on it. You ain’t, you ain’t shhh. (x2)
Catch ya, catch ya slippin at the red light, with your AK, let me see you shoot that. You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone, you you you. Let me see you prove it
Rather that you rolly in a something. Lovin, lovin wrist when it’s shining. Had a niggas wrist wasn’t blinging, so I went in eighty more diamonds. Had one, big g, that’s the way these young niggas eat. Dranking on syrup, can’t sleep. Keep a cup steady with your pot. Bustin eight running around real top. What’s the color on them bottles, then go. Now you moving round with your hoe. You ain’t even stickin to the code
Pimps up, pimps up, hoe down. A pool full of money and I’m bout to drown. I’m a fool undercover with that Bobby Brown. Button up suits at the Grammys, had to turn it up for the family. Yes I’m a free man bandit
Talkin bout you poppin tags, you ain’t bought shhh. Said you bought a hundred bottles, you ain’t pop shhh. Oh you talkin now bout clips? You ain’t shot shhh. Spendin money on it. You ain’t, you ain’t shhh. (x2)
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