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If I rap it, i live it, facts If we take it, you know we ain't giving it back Think we fighting, i'm giving you shots Like a boss, gave my niggas a shot Catch an opp, i'ma do him like shaq I'm duckin' the .40, no blocking the mac Couple hatin' ass niggas was blocking the racks If it's smoke then it's smoke, I ain't stopping no shots If he play, he get shot You told the police, so they labeled you hot I'ma play with the pot Play with you rap niggas? bitch, you know that I'm not, uh You know what i got, hundreds and fifties My killer, he fresh off the cot My lil' nigga, he fresh off the crack Dummy brick, it's just good at the top, uh Serving, swerving, movin' the merges I'm the one did it for Maryland, damn They tried to pin me with murder, damn They heard i'm swift with that burner's Oh, he wanna kill me? that ain't nothing Bitch we got them choppers for that Told the plug bill me, don't even stunt it Hit the city with this, it's a wrap In front of your house three deep with the lights off I'm a creep up, leave him dead, won't take long Hit a small town, touch down, get the ice off In the day that's your wife, but I got her on night calls Got a hundred round, what I'm gon' fight for? Bitch, omertà the code, what I'm gon' write for? Dolce gabbana, make these lil' hoes bite more Lil' bitch from bahamas eat dick like a gyro Whipping the Bentley, I can't hit a pothole Dripping like chili, I'm fresh, baby, I know Hi-tech from Philly, I barely could drive home Don't run from them bullets, they might hit your thigh bone Hating ass niggas just mad I'm in my zone Purping ass niggas try play, I'ma let off Acting like hoes, so like hoes, they got cut off 12 tried to bring the canine, had to pull off If I rap it, I live it, facts If we take it, you know we ain't giving it back Think we fighting, I'm giving you shots Like a boss, gave my niggas a shot Catch an opp, I'ma do him like shaq I'm duckin' the .40, no blocking the mac Couple hatin' ass niggas was blocking the racks If it's smoke then it's smoke, I ain't stopping no shots If he play, he get shot You told the police, so they labeled you hot I'ma play with the pot Play with you rap niggas? bitch, you know that I'm not, uh You know what I got, hundreds and fifties My killer, he fresh off the cot My lil' nigga, he fresh off the crack Dummy brick, it's just good at the top, uh It ain't all good at the top I'm tryna bring my hood to the top Oh you thought that the violence would stop? Bitch, you tripping, we piling them glocks Fuck them disses, I'm finding my opp Ain't no missing, I line him up, they set up shop Had to rob him, that last shit ain't lock It's a problem, we slide through your spot Can't come to the crib if you don't eat cock Bitch got on her knees and she beatbox I'm not talking bloods, I'm from treetop Too many junkies, I might need a kiosk Hellcat or Demon, no Kias Was in visitation, now they paying to see us Y3, this ain't adidas, bitch Ten guns, I got that shit for a feature If I rap it, I live it, facts If we take it, you know we ain't giving it back Think we fightin', I'm giving you shots Like a boss, gave my niggas a shot Catch an opp, I'ma do him like shaq I'm dunking the .40, no blocking the mac Couple hatin' ass niggas was blocking the racks If it's smoke then it's smoke, I ain't stopping no shots If he play, he get shot You told the police, so they labeled you hot I'ma play with the pot Play with you rap niggas? bitch, you know that I'm not, uh You know what I got, hundreds and fifties My killer, he fresh off the cot My lil' nigga, he fresh off the crack Dummy brick, it's just good at the top
Writer(s): George Hundall, Corey Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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