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(Oh-oh, oh-oh) (It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" it sound like, uh) (It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" uh, yeah) Uh, uh (ayo, Larri, this shi fye) Hair tied, rock out with it Gen5 Glock extended Shells fly, pop out, hit him Mans slide, hop out with him Anytime you pop, I'm with it Show me how you rock, I'll witness We gon' throw that live, like clip it And we caught, Doc Rivers It sing like, "Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa" One call away and I'm gon' blow-whoa-oh like, "Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa" You never know when it's time to go Hop out a rented van, blowin' like a fan, 'til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot He think he got a chance, run him out his pants, stumble 'til he land when he shot I need a big advance for a lot of bands, if you want my fans in your spot Whip it, I put my hands in the pot, instruments playin' jazz with a Glock It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (sound likе, sound like) When them shots firе, blowing fifty rounds 'til the opp die Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (stop sign like, stop sign like) Now his block fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine, let off plenty steam when I pop mines (pop mines, pop mines) Hair tied, rock out with it Gen5 Glock extended Shells fly, pop out, hit him Mans slide, hop out with him Anytime you pop, I'm with it Show me how you rock, I'll witness We gon' throw that live, like clip it And we caught, Doc Rivers It sing like, "Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa" One call away and I'm gon' blow-whoa-oh like, "Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa" You never know when it's time to go Stand over niggas, he tremblin', fuck it, I might have Lil Twizzy go finish him, uh Hollow tips eat at his skin, when it hit 'em I'm watching these bullets diminish him, uh They tired of me, no Michelin, huh, fire in me, shit boost my adrenaline up I'm what they trying to be, don't be crying to me if it's not for my benefit, uh I ain't have no one inspirin' me, kept an eye on the green, now I'm livin' it up I keep that iron with me, gotta ride with the heat when I'm uppin' it, I'm blickin', it sung (blickin', it sung, blickin', it sung) When we hit him it's tough, how many spit from the glizzy? Enough I'on show 'em no pity, just fill 'em with slugs Hair tied, rock out with it Gen5 Glock extended Shells fly, pop out, hit him Mans slide, hop out with him Anytime you pop, I'm with it Show me how you rock, I'll witness We gon' throw that live, like clip it And we caught, Doc Rivers It sing like, "Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa" One call away and I'm gon' blow-whoa-oh like, "Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa" You never know when it's time to go (go, go, go, go)