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Put that shit in the air that nigga gone choke again I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin friends Gone let off some shots have you fly like a shooting star Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bro popped a bar Nigga a 28 to a 24 Nigga Times it by 2 that 4448 Gone let off some shots have you fly like a shooting star Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bro popped a bar I never changed on my brother Nigga If it's fuck you then fuck it If you mug me Imma buss ya I'm a trappa real hustler 3 bands platinum bubba Make my profit triple double Times 2 if I front ya Play with that check royal rumble Got them racks but I'm Humble Need some ice next summer New residence same number Nigga you know I won't change on the gang Just keeping it real though Extended mag I no I ain't no drag But my glock totin a dildo Give a fuck how you feel hoe If I ain't got the real I'm selling fake pills hoe And I trap in the hills though And I keep me a glock Just know it's concealed though And these bullets they real hoe Only need one shot but I'm gone make you feel 4 But a nigga in a figure 4 Rob me a nigga like Snow on tha Bluff "Where the Fuck the Blow" Nigga you know that you a hoe If I mark your ass green lil nigga know it's a go And we swift we don't move slow We gone wet you ass up don't get caught in that slippery slope Nigga say he want smoke again Put that shit in the air that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that FN I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin friends Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots have you fly like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bro popped a bar Nigga say he want smoke again Put that shit in the air that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that FN I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin friends Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots have you fly like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want some I think lil bro popped a bar Ain't no posting up on the block Better keep that shit moving if you ain't got none for sale In the trap with a hundred bails Bout 50 exotics they all got a different smell You can trap but it won't work Only time you get gangsta is after you pop a perc I be seeing through all that Hit a move with the drake make him flip fore he fall back I get slimy out the bread On 375 you heard what Bagg said Had a play on a 100 meds But half was fake and he ain't even notice dat Had a gun but he didn't blow it back So stop all the cap you not a lil Killa 2 to the head we put him in a spitter CTE gang whole team full of hittas Got a problem cuz we took some from you come and get up with me Get Rich or Die bitch I'm trying And I'm strapped up with this 50 No approaching me you can't get up close Get hit with this 10 milly He got dumped in the river but they found him in Mississippi Nigga say he want smoke again Put that shit in the air that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that FN I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin friends Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots have you fly like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bro popped a bar Nigga say he want smoke again Put that shit in the air that nigga gone choke again Hit his ass with that FN I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin friends Nigga know we can go to war Gone let off some shots have you fly like a shooting star You in traffic shoot up your car Nigga say he want smoke I think lil bro popped a bar
Writer(s): Charles Lloyd, Doughboy D Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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