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Ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga, what? Yeah Go (They got Wooskii on the mix) Niggas ain't gon' shoot shit (shit) Niggas ain't gon' shoot nothin' (nothin') What you got that gun for (why?) When you ain't doin' no huntin'? (No huntin'?) Soon as we catch his head, take him down We gon' fuckin' punt it Rubber band 'round the money All blues, all hundreds We don't do no stuntin', uh (what?) Foe'nem steady gunnin' (huh?) Catch a opp, switch his ass (switch, switch) We gon' hit the button (hit that button) Why you got yo' hand in yo' pocket? You ain't got none Foe'nem got FNs like a rocket, but, we got somethin' We gon' put his ass up in a double cup (double cup) Ayy, foe'nem roll him up, like a binder, we gon' fold him up Ayy, folks comе from behind ya When he gеts close enough He gon' poke you up and smoke you up Foe'nem know what's up, ayy Buddy ass got popped up (yeah) But, we ain't did that (we ain't did that) Ayy, tell the opps, "Come catch up" They need some get back (they need some get back) Ayy, they'll never catch up, so, I can sit back I can chillax, sit back and watch 'em get whacked Ayy, bro, we runnin' shit from 51st to 59th (59th) Every nigga on my block got a pipe, we take a life (we take a life) Boy, we got three stripes, all black, all Nike (all Nike) I see he tryna fight, boy, if one fight then we all fight (fight we all fight) Go, big dog status Ayy, $100K, you ain't never have it (ayy) You ain't never have to get it You ain't been on savage Ayy, foe'nem really out here, uh, we ain't never average Get some ass, get to clappin', ayy Let me turn this bitch up one time (one time) Ayy, if he tweakin', then his ass got one time then they all dyin' Foe'nem know we send them bullets, them bitches all flyin' Time to go, we all slidin' If y'all hide, we find Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Foe'nem got a thirty in this bitch, ayy (got a thirty, uh) Foe'nem got a thirty in this uh, extended clip, ayy Foe'nem ridin' 'round with that pipe on his hip, ayy Take that bitch right out, we the pipe on the strip, ayy We don't have no guns, ain't no pipe in the dip, ayy We all got some guns, it's some pipes in this whip, ayy We got every clip, but, ain't no promags Got a shootout, know it's gon' jam, that bitch don't blow fast, go Droppin' all 'em songs with them weak ass pipes (weak ass pipes) Callin' me tryna get it on, but, you ain't got no pipe Why you callin' me? That's really like you playin' with your life I might not come tonight, you out of state then I'm bookin' me a flight, go (where you at?) Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Uh, uh, let me talk my shit Foe'nem got a thirty in this bitch, ayy (got a thirty, uh) Foe'nem got a thirty in this, uh, extended clip, uh Foe'nem ridin' 'round with that pipe on his hip, ayy Take that bitch right out, we the pipe on the strip, ayy Nigga, go
Writer(s): Marcus Spruiell, Virgil Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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