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(Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em) Turn me up, though, nigga You gonna feel me, nigga Niggas gon' respect this shit, though On 2, on 2-1, nigga On 2, on 2-1, nigga Nigga come around me, on 2-1, we got the block hot You ain't never pop your, pop it, on my mama, you is not God If you 2-1, you better get on the 5 Fuck it and get on the Fly Ooh-wee, catch fifty shots if they mess with mine Call it a headshot, but he still alive Bitch, I ain't got the time To argue with you 'bout your cousin, ho Beat that nigga up I can tell you one thing, lil' mama, I beat that pussy up Have that pussy loose off these tricks, I wasn't tryna fuck Run it in, Wisconsin, I know you 'bout your bucks Ayy, ayy, bitch, I need everything 'Cause my niggas fightin' cases, they ain't said a thing Either way, you in the box, nigga, ain't nothin' changed Lil' nigga, you tryna box, you ain't got a thing? Shooting guard like I'm Sprewell These ain't bullets, cuddie, these are K shells Ayy, ayy, on the block with it, I don't need help Ooh-wee, bitch, you know I'm to the neck, nigga We lash niggas, soul-strip him tryna flex, nigga Man down, last dude was the next nigga (we know the truth) Ooh-wee, should've wore a helmet, fuck a vest, nigga (long live Jameon Davis) Ayy, I'm so Southeast Pump-faked him with the K, he thought he had a mouthpiece Blam blam, man down, some shit I went to trial for My opps be on Twitter 'cause they scared to come outside Street sweep, meet meet, this Draco make the crowd run The outcome, buddy chalk somethin', they need pallbearers 34 shots, Paul Pierce, pick your jaw up No trace, Arkansas plates, made his car run 40 ounce bounce, make it shake like a porno Bitch, don't ever try to throw the flag when we in war mode Pizza party, bitch, this ain't delivery, this DiGiorno Burnt a nigga, all these Ernie niggas, we need Elmo The candid camera, watch your friends and family, man, who really love you? Who you really trustin'? Them pills got you buggin' Head and shoulders, talkin' guns and roses, foreigns with parolees Tonka trucks and police, you better notice But long mouths get you elbows How you knew? Told you (The Ruler) (Brrt)
Writer(s): Andrew Castro, Ryan Bowser, Marley Sola Wilcox-nanai, Brock Ashby, Rory Mckenna Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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