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MoneyyMitcch
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Danny Duenas
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Better not make the wrong move
He say he clutchin', I ain't worried bout it
Dissin' on your dawg, you must not care, cause he ain't slide bout it
Talking to my .9, cause when she blow she hit his head probably
Rip straight through his back and hit his spine,
call me the drill sergeant
Ima let it pop like fireworks, don't need no damn lighter
Ima spark it up and it go tssss and blow his damn noggin
She gone buss it open cause she think she running my pockets
Nigga ain't no goofy, yeah okay, thought shit was sweet probably
I'm gone send him 30 shots, I'm Curry in that field shordy
Ima blow the stick and it go BOOM, have your ears poppin'
Bitch, go check the news
I'm tryna tеll you, shit get real shordy
Nigga think he tough and hе untouchable, let's be real shordy
Niggas getting mad, he 38, what you gone do about it
Niggas steady lying, he telling stories, we can hit bout it
Nigga hear that switch, he get to sprinting, nigga still sliding
Niggas love the net, but he won't say it, but he'll still type it
He was in that cell, thought yall was close, he ain't still write em
Heard he checking out, he on that paper, yeah he snitched probably
He get no respect, that boy a bitch, he shouldn't have been talking
Shh bro be quiet, you hear that shit, go grab that blick brody
Turn it down, and bronem be on point, they tryna blitz some
We shooting out the window, FAFAFA, nigga still running
Got a blick but ain't gone use it, how that work
Nigga shoot some
Better not make the wrong move
He say he clutchin', I ain't worried bout it
Dissin' on your dawg, you must not care, cause he ain't slide bout it
Talking to my .9, cause when she blow she hit his head probably
Rip straight through his back and hit his spine,
call me the drill sergeant
Ima let it pop like fireworks, don't need no damn lighter
Ima spark it up and it go tssss and blow his damn noggin
She gone buss it open cause she think she running my pockets
Nigga ain't no goofy, yeah okay, thought shit was sweet probably
I'm gone send him 30 shots, I'm Curry in that field shordy
Ima blow the stick and it go BOOM, have your ears poppin'
Writer(s): Garrette Mitchell
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