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How old was he? He was eleven, eleven, what was he like when he was a little little kid? He was a sweet little kid, he wasn't violent and he wasn't bad The way the get, the way they talking about him now that's not, it's not true Like when you say, every time someone says something they change it around He was this and he was that and I know that he was not Great John on the beat by the way Introduce him to the clip Run up wit him, then you duckin' with him Better make a move or you get hit Ain't no Uber, choppa make him lift Boy, don't act stupid, I'll take a risk Ain't no pick or choose, your whole clique Gotta get it, when we catch him, it's lit When we catch him, it's Look Your bitch heard we got the juice, now she wanna sip Roll up a spliff, I'm back and I'm grippin' the tool That's your homie, get shot up with you Too official, you know that the gang with it They don't love me, just look for who came with it Couple seconds, we hittin' the game winner Still the same, you know ain't no change in us You can't hit the block without a strap You be lucky if you made it back What's a big dog to a cat? Don't get me pissed off, it's a wrap Look, don't make me catch a case this summer I'ma need some space, thirty on my waist Ain't no mistakes this summer Ain't no mistakes this summer Don't make me catch a case this summer I'ma need some space, thirty on my waist Ain't no mistakes this summer Ain't no mistakes this summer They gon' be mad, upset Laser tag if I pull out the TEC I don't brag, I put on for the set I'ma outcast, so they say I'm a threat Free Cease, free Mani and Fresh Billie Kid, lil' bro make a mess Shit could get nasty Niggas tellin' like they Sammie I feel like John Gotti of the family Little money come in handy I feel like don't nobody understand me You ain't really what you say you is You be actin', here's a Grammy I don't tell 'em what I really did, so don't ask me, put it past me And I don't care who he say he is, I'll pop a nigga like some acne And I don't care who he say he is, I'll pop a nigga like some acne Introduce him to the clip Run up wit him, then you duckin' with him Better make a move or you get hit Ain't no Uber, choppa make him lift Boy, don't act stupid, I'll take a risk Ain't no pick or choose, your whole clique Gotta get it, when we catch him, it's lit When we catch him it's look, look Don't make me catch a case this summer I'ma need some space, thirty on my waist Ain't no mistakes this summer Ain't no mistakes this summer Don't make me catch a case this summer I'ma need some space, thirty on my waist Ain't no mistakes this summer Ain't no mistakes this summer
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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