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(Know what im sayin)

(The big steppa ****)

(Free the boys)

(Hey Azul haha)

(Gotti)

I hit the yard and catch fades I dont duck smoke

I love to punch on shit the same way I love that gun smoke

**** hollarin' open up that door, what yall run for?

Send the next sucka in this bitch im trynna run more

Turn his house to a haunted house, feel like Lud Foe

(?) that's why I love bro

If you ain't trynna' kill nun' what you come for

I'm trynna' kick a **** off (?)

Rollie on, .40 on, feel like Don Corleone

Gucci Guilty, gun powder bitch thats my cologne

You don't know, what beef is you ain't never did

Talkin bout that lonely ass skit that he ain't even did

Headshot bitch thats beef

I'ma step every steppa that out there steppin about me

Brrr, two K's we on feet

Me and Bla$t hop outside like a cadence we on beat

Whats beef?

I be really out there creepin'

Them **** gone yeah they permanently sleepin

Kaydah's, AR's, FN's, I always keep em' on me they my best friends

Ay, Drop a four ounce in them liters

Better not ever try to Karo me i'll leave ya'

Last of a dying breed, different type of steppa

Please dont compare me to these **** not ever

Go and ask my brothers if I say it imma do it

Go and ask the suckas I ain't cappin in my music

Go and ask yo bitch she'll tell you how I do it

And every time I pulled a gun out bitch I used it

Ruthless, smerkish, dangerous

Everybody cautious round' me cause i'ma gangsta'

I shoot shit, with plastic and stainless

A hunnid on this K on one knee trynna stain shit, ****

(Cold blood)