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When this baby hits 88 mph You are going to see some serious shit Jumped in the game like i don't need a beeper I do what i want cuz my pockets a lil deeper Woke up one morning my dawg got a R.I.C.O That's why I aint fucking with too many people Jumped in the water surrounded by sharks But I keep an FN and I ain't talkin' Nemo Ride with the Glock like I ride with the reaper Pull up take off like I'm evil Knievel Jumped off the porch den I ran to the corner Back den could've sworn I was hangin' with monsters Got my weight up Get that shit out the mud I ain't takin' no hand out I don't need a sponsor If I go broke then it's back to the Yapp I can book an appointment cuz I know the Doctor Pull off with his bitch Got her playing my tape Trying to find something to eat while I'm jabbing her tonsils My baby shit harder than niggas Pull off in a vert Push to start on these niggas I up'd a guitar on these niggas The chop makem dance See the star in a nigga I go bar for bar with a nigga That glock like the claw snatch the heart out a nigga Don't make me restart me a nigga Like Mario go final boss on a nigga I'm to far ahead of these niggas Talk to my son like you cannot be scared of these niggas They hate how I spread on a nigga I'll feed a bird how I drop me some bread on a nigga Go drop me some lead on a nigga Extended my clip let the glock piss the bed on a nigga Like who the fuck scaring you niggas Ain't posted shit in a week Playin' dead on a nigga It was so many shells it was to many questions The victim got so many wholes like a leopard Chasing the gap get it in get it out I ain't got time to talk ain't got time for no lecture Kickin' her out while I break down the Za because I like the runtz with the grittier texture Spinning the block cuz you got a new Glock you crash dummy nigga You is not a stepper Cubic your wrist Pacifist but the Glock got a switch Got a group of haters so I made a list You wanna ride gotta go get your friend She come inside she can't drink out the dish I past her off like I want the assist You don't care bout no money but die about a bitch You ain't getting money ain't taking no wrist Catch him in the streets I ain't you droppin a diss Pacifist but the Glock got a switch Got a group of haters so I made a list You wanna ride gotta go get your friend She come inside she can't drink out the dish I past her off like I want the assist You don't care bout no money but die about a bitch You ain't getting money ain't taking no wrist Catch him in the streets I ain't you droppin a diss
Writer(s): Robert Goynes Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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