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Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how Im rocking nigga Get your guns up get your funds up You on that opp shit get mop stick bitch straight gang shit No hook lets get it Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young niggas kill for no reason Its the killer season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk shit call me Lebron I be on the hide out when the police come leave a fuck nigga bloody he gon' need a tampon Ian playing with no nigga no nigga no nigga x2 Bitch Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me They gassed him up Ima put that nigga back on E Hit the club mugged up bitch Im high off E These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me Point me to the nigga say he gon' smash on me These fuck niggas fu, turnt they back fast on me The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These niggas soft, bitch Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk We hit yo block, double back, all we see is chalk These niggas lie on them tracks all they do is talk Nigga better use your head before we knock it off I get loose in this coupe bitch my roof missing, ain't no competition niggas snitching call em stoop pidgeons These niggas fu and they cool with it Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it This street shit, bitch Im too in it Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that shit too rented We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted Slide back that door Ima shoot this bitch for two minutes Free my niggas out the jail cell until they free Ima raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there
Writer(s): Anthony Beecham, Bill Hullett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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