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Ten shots in my HK, spray and pray at your wig (Yeah)
Flash, hook, and then flay, jump you and split your sh#t (Yeah)
At your crib it’s a mayday, pull up and spray yo’ kids (Okay)
Bet you pray, you an opp, spray, and we the opposite (Huh?)
I won’t shake no hands wit’ you n#gg#s (No)
I don’t need no molly to kill ya (No)
Ain’t no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?)
Ain’t no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?)
So your boy be havin’ guns, n#gg#, but run, n#gg# (Yeah)
When that n#gg# pull his gun, n#gg#, what’s up with ya? (Yeah)
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug n#gg#s (Yeah)
But be tellin’ when the feds get ya, what’s up with ya? (Okay, Sleezy)
Why you n#gg#s talkin’ out ya rabid #ss mouth (f#ck outta here)
Got my black on black nine (Boom), get the back-to-back fire (Boom, boom)
Still in the trap with a pack of crack rocks (What?)
In a matter half time, overdose and flatline (What?)
Who you b#tches talkin’ to? n#gg#, I slaughter you (f#ck outta here)
Six-shot revolver shoot n#gg#s, I’m honorable (Boom, boom)
Death before dishonor, lil’ n#gg#, that’s how I move (MBF)
Turn your face into a barbecue, n#gg#, I’m tired of you (Boom, boom)
Execution style, murkin’ n#gg#s out (Sleezy)
I’m in the booth with a rifle now (Boom)
You in the house with a Bible now (f#ck outta here)
What’s that saying, “You don’t like me now?” (Boom, boom)
Kick your head into the curb, make you bite the ground (Mula)
So your boy be havin’ guns, n#gg#, but run, n#gg# (Yeah)
When that n#gg# pull his gun, n#gg#, what’s up with ya? (Yeah)
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug n#gg#s (Yeah)
But be tellin’ when the feds get ya, what’s up with ya? (Okay)
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