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[Hook: Jay Corleone]
Goons tryna’ shoot i tell em’, Chill it’s cool
Ruger you get wacked like the balls in pool
Fiends on the block, Sell em’ dip like pool
I know niggas that’ll shoot & they think it’s cool (x2)
[Verse 1: Jay Corleone]
Burner in my reach
If i pull then it’s death
Hold a tech, Like a foul, that’s called by the ref
Get left, & hit with bullets
Don’t pull the gun if i’m coolin’
But if he trip than i’m shootin’
Never missin like i’m jordan, Shoot the bullet from the three
9 milli & a .22, a.k.a. a mini-me
Pull the D.E. on the beat
That’s how i spit heat
Flow so hot, Heat stroke, Better take a seat
Raw as hell like i’m raw meat
I gotta grind, Cause i wanna eat
Winning streak, No defeat
Run the game like i’m wearing cleats
Bag girl on a nigga side
She gon suck and suck and suck if i get her high
[Hook: Jay Corleone]
Goons tryna’ shoot i tell em’, Chill it’s cool
Ruger you get wacked like the balls in pool
Fiends on the block, Sell em’ dip like pool
I know niggas tryna’ shoot & they think it’s cool (x2)
[Verse 2: Jay Corleone]
Chill with the Mac 10, Eleven
Bullets’ll send you to heaven
No recoil so i’m blastin
Hood ass street assassin
Guns in the drawer like matches, patches
Can’t stop the addiction
Fans be hooked like prescription
Attempting to battle? Kill ya’self first
Cause either way you end up in a hearse
In the dirt, Put in work, Like asap ferg
Chain snatching, Young Berg
You not fly like a young bird
What’s the word, What’s the deal?
I’m ill forreal
No medicine pill, can kill the skill
To trill like u.g.k
I’m an underground king
Champ with no a ring
Champ without ring
Champ with no trophy
Forreal
I’m just waiting on my deal, forreal
[Hook: Jay Corleone]
Goons tryna’ shoot i tell em’, Chill it’s cool
Ruger you get wacked like the balls in pool
Fiends on the block, Sell em’ dip like pool
I know niggas tryna’ shoot & they think it’s cool (x2)
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