I tell them open this whole thing up
You hear me?
This dj booker? everybody know dj booker, real talk
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I walk in the trap, b#tch get on the floor
b#tch you know i can’t, just give me the dope
He thought it was a joke, now he on the {?}
Tied up with this glock and you know i’ma blow
Ay, kidnap him then he give a headed
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I’ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should’ve rent a ups ’cause the pack get hеavy
Get hit with this fire, b#tch i bet you gon’ hollеr
Don’t f#ck with the snakes, but it’s some on my collar
And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner
Catchin’ plays in the field, polamalu
n#gg# he ain’t dumb, he ain’t take nothin’ from me
Wish a f#ck n#gg# would take my money
Exotic my runts, this sh#t is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave, you know that i saunt him
They like “what is you smokin’?”
Lil’ b#tch it’s the wrap of weed
I keep watching my back ’cause i know n#gg#s after me
If i dump the whole clip i know dreek gon’ shoot after me
b#tch its murder for hire, you can’t join the faculty
b#tch, i’m clutchin’ my glock while i eat at the applebee’s
b#tch i’m high as the sky, i’m up in with the {?}
b#tch i’m no longer 13 don’t gotta look after me
b#tch i’m handin’ out shots like i’m making a daiquiri
“nle ain’t got no money”
Ha, ha, ha, lil’ b#tch you funny
“nle ain’t out here gunning”
I’ll get a n#gg# wrapped up like a mummy
I did it again, repeating them sins
That n#gg# fruity, put him in a blender
If a n#gg# want smoke, we gon’ make him surrender
Get him out of here
Get him out of here, go
Get him out of here joe
Get him out of here{?}
Given no pt, they get hit with the 7.62’s
Came in this b#tch with the glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring it back in, i’ma come a lil’ different this time
Always gotta keep {?}
Bullets hit through your spine
Get a n#gg# whacked, then put him in a rhyme
Jiffy cornbread{?}
{?} makes you sayin’ he plottin’ on that sh#t
It’s bodies with this sh#t
It’s wet like toilet, potties in this b#tch
Bin laden with this stick
My n#gg#s sendin’ shots up in this b#tch
Yo’ n#gg#s gettin’ hit
You know i love my glock, my favorite stick
We always in some sh#t, yeah no cap
Hotbox the drop-top
Put the dope up in my sock
The police tried to take my {?}
My b#tch assist in everything because she gave the drop
I got the {?} up in that grease and fry ’em like a tater tot
’cause i’m really that n#gg#, they know i’ma step
And i keep me a gun, they say i’m a ref
My bullets {?} we ain’t worried ’bout no trouble
b#tch i’m up on gang i {?}
I put him on a leash ’cause my bullets gon’ {?}
And my shooter a red watch, he kill if i tell him ayy
Top shotta
{?} f#ck n#gg#, lay down
Nle the top shotta
Drac’ sound
Drac’ sound
Make a n#gg# lay down
f#ck you talkin’ ’bout
I really just {?}
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