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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, mmm (Ayy, V, line 'em up) The clip hold a hundred, but I'm gon' only put eighty 'cause I don't wanna jam when I squeeze I ain't no nanny, but I'm gon' rock-a-bye baby if a lil' nigga play with me Ran in the house, said it was time to slide, just wanna see who gon' freeze Nobody froze, everybody ready to go, they ready to step for me Ain't nobody shook, everybody got that look, they ready to uh-uh-uh If I up my stick, you ain't even much gotta look, I bet you it uh-uh-uh My shooter a demon, nah, he don't got no name, we call him uh-uh-uh No hand on my forehead, but I be ready to bang, ready to shoot my gun Crank me up, I'm grabbing a Draco let's see if you a real soldier, boy Banana clips splatter your mango, turn you to a smoothie, boy Big bro can't tell you how to war, well, they'll tell you how to shoot it, boy Send this MAC through your window since you diss on computers, boy I rap and I shoot like master P I'm a Ku Klux, dog, Nardo, what that mean? That mean none of these niggas can fuck with me Got peanut butter sticks in this whip with me Huh, none of these bitches gon' jam when I squeeze I'm a sick-ass nigga, better run if I sneeze He a wicked-ass nigga if he hanging with me He a dead man walking if it's beef with me I'm HIV, I'm STD, I'm STD, I'm HIV (sick as fuck) HIV, I'm HIV, I'm HIV, I'm STD (sick as fuck) HIV, I'm HIV, I'm HIV, I'm STD Why you say that? Why the fuck you say that? 'Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga, ain't nobody sicker Nardo, you wicked, how the fuck did you fill 'em? These bullets, they fast, it ain't nobody quicker I spit in the photo, I'm tryna take a picture Hitting lick after lick, shit, I'm tryna get richer We can shoot all day (we do it all day, nigga, ain't nothing crazy) Why you say that? (Ayy, V, line 'em up) The clip hold a hundred, but I'm gon' only put eighty 'cause I don't wanna jam when I squeeze I ain't no nanny, but I'm gon' rock-a-bye baby if a lil' nigga play with me Ran in the house, said it was time to slide just wanna see who gon' freeze Nobody froze, everybody ready to go, they ready to step for me Ain't nobody shook, everybody got that look, they ready to uh-uh-uh If I up my stick, you ain't even much gotta look, I bet you it uh-uh-uh My shooter a demon, nah, he don't got no name, we call him uh-uh-uh No hand on my forehead, but I be ready to bang, ready to shoot my gun No hand on my forehead, but I be ready to shoot that clip Play with that boy, but I be ready to pop that bitch
Writer(s): Sam Toussi, Horace Walls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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