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W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1 B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun I don't care if you die I got a chopper by my side Play with me, you gon' die I-I-I just run up in the room with a Glocky and a font K-Keep an AK-47 like a motherfuckin' rush T-T-Turn on that JAHHLU, god damn this buss You say you pop out at the function When I pulled up, nigga wasn't there When I see you, it's on sight I don't care if your little cousin there Got Dolce & Gabbana, lil' nigga got like the dozen pair We done killed him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn't fair I-I-I-I don't care Yea, I'm Endi, I'm his little bro Nerf Gun pointed at his middle toe S-she a thot, she a little hoe I-in my room watchin' XVideos (bro what?) When I pull up on the block, and my choppa, let it spray If he get too close to Endi, imma punch you in yo face I got blicky in my pocket, it's gonna be taking my way Me and Scare making plays, like, every day I don't really know why You must wanna die Bro got blicked outside W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1 B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun I don't care if you die I got a chopper by my side Play with me, you gon' die Pack, pack, got a bag and a mil' Battery pack, ho', you're goin' to hell Smoke in the air, I forgot how to smell Treat you like Monopoly, I send you to jail Smokin' pack so I can not feel my face Sometimes I wanna go MIA Put a choppa to yo' ass if you wanna play Huh-huh, hah-hah And I punch a little boy on the way, huh-uh And I'm never lackin', 'cause I'm quick to up that gun If you wanna play with me, you're done You nigga, you're done (Yeah, yeah) C-C-Choppa breakin' like a Kit Kat Talk down on me, lil' boy, you better quit that Posted up with gang, we don't got time for chit-chat One wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back Feel like JAH 'cause I got that .223 On me, and you know I up the choppa, let it sing And I feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie And you know I feel like Nimstarr, rockin' the Nikes I'ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah we gotta go We're with endi, that's just little bro In-In-In the cut, we can't let 'em escape G-G-G-Got a choppa, wrap a .221 just right to yo' brain Bleep, bloop, blop, blop, in New York, I milly rock Pop, pop, pop, just couple shots, I-I-I think that I'm findin' blocks I-I-I'ma watch the body drop, don't come lookin' 'em at the top I ain't ever gonna stop, uh-uh Hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch 'em run Slip a couple punches, knock 'em out 'cause it's a 1v1 K-K-Kick 'em on the baseline, punch 'em when I hearin' the drop They all wanna (oh-oh), go, go, have some fun That shit that I, like me, but I never hate me I-I, just here with the gun W-W-When he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you're done G-G-Get your brain, cut out, please stop actin' dumb A-A-A-And I'm back on this shit, I know you pissed o-o-off Get to sparkin', get to barkin' like the big dog 23, bullets finna make 'em Crip Walk Pull up on 'em, actin' quiet, but I let this stick talk Choppa big dog, up it, let this bitch bark-ark-ark Don't let me catch you lackin' when it's da-dar-dark Stretch pack in this bitch, smell like big fart We be stompin' on the block, lemme Pixar I got diamonds, lil' kid, it where my wrist are You can try to piss me off, but you won't get far And I'm playin' with that bitch like a guitar I put a scope on my choppa so I hit far Beat a nigga ass, I don't need a fuckin' gun Nigga talkin' shit, but he can't handle 1-on-1's The fuckin' Smith, nigga, you better go get you one Touch my nigga JAH, and you bet your fucking life is done Hey, li-li-li-like do we have a problem? My niggas can get right, if you wanna solve 'em Shakin' shit like Harlem, rob 'em then we got 'em Chillin' in a VC with my niggas 'cause we awesome You wanna be me, but you're a no-life If you-If you want my money, you can get right W-W-Workin' on that 40 cash, think I'm gonna fly My niggas stay out goin' with me, I'm gonna stop for red lights Smack that nigga grandma B-B-Bitch we got the choppa with a hammer We got a scope, in a bit, we can blam ya If you couldn't tell, we don't give a damn, uh Pat it, pat it, pat it, got by at the store You can turn my catalog, no toe-to-toe And when we up and out of manage, bitch, we up the score That boy endi right about XVIDEOS (B-Bro, what?) Damn, just pop a titty, hoe Y-Y-You was talkin' shit, I'm in your city, hoe T-T-Take a blick and put it to yo' smitty, hoe With a-With a white bitch, she in the committee, hoe Yeah, boy, you goin' packin' without me Fuck a 1v1, bitch we goin' 3v3 Ten toes on me, I got her fuckin' on me Got a Glocky with a scope, gonna send you an E JAHHLU, bronclair, we the ultimate team Call up nigga endi, got me all my memes Don't run, Fendi, gon' run up my jeans Yeah, us, J with the plain white tee If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee Takin' yo' bitch out on a shopping spree This shit, not really, uh, what it seem So much ice on me, call me Mr. Freeze Yeah, I feel like two shots, we gon' knock it and spray Hit 'em in the head, now he can't think the same Stop talkin' down on me, nigga, we not the same Yeah, nova in the back, he gon' show you re-pay At yo' brodie, yeah, we shootin' with the Glocks, yeah T-T-Talkin' shit, pussy nigga, you get popped, yeah AR in the back, we spread down your block, yeah He thought he God, I don't what he thought, yeah Feelin' untouchable, I took a job See his body, got 'em straight to his mind Thought he God, but he ate 'em a lot Spittin' flames, they talkin' they mind Hah, yeah, hah No, I don't give a fuck Run around with the gang, countin' V-Bucks Talk shit, but you really wanna be us Hangin' out with JAH, bitch we on the fuckin' Battle Bus W-Wassup, hey bitch, what you wanna do? I'ma seal it with my Glock like Gorilla Glue G-G-Got a pistol in the back, I'ma let it shoot A-A-Aim precise, pussy boy, you know you're gone through Hey, and you know that shit is terminal Pu-Pu-Put the choppa to his head, I'ma criminal Where'd he go? B-B-Bitch, you'll never know Bitch, you'll never know W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1 B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun I don't care if you die I got a chopper by my side Play with me, you gon' die