I’m finna pull up on him with the Glock
If you talking sh#t, like a pic you get cropped
Don’t f#ck with you fags, I don’t f#ck with cops
I got your hoe and she giving me top
I see his chain and he get f#cking robbed
Little bro was talking sh#t, he got f#cking shot
I don’t leave no prints, so I dip out the spot
Empty the clip on him, now he’s down
b#tch, I got a clip and it hold forty rounds
Your bro talking sh#t, and now he in the ground
Put his face on a poster, he not gon’ be found
Say you not a fan, you come to my shows
Only care about a bag and all of my hoes
Told if she want to f#ck, she best keep it down low
I’m finna pull up on him with the Glock
If you talking sh#t, like a pic you get cropped
Don’t f#ck with you fags, I don’t f#ck with cops
I got your hoe and she giving me top
I see his chain and he get f#cking robbed
Little bro was talking sh#t, he got f#cking shot
I don’t leavе no prints, so I dip out the spot
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