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[hook]
your sh~t gon’ jam if you shoot with a limp wrist
shoot like a picture, this sh~t not on pinterest
she wanna f~ck, but i don’t got a interest
told her “get out or get back to the kitchen”
if you gon’ be the shooter, can’t f~ck up the mission
gettin’ you gone like you cancer remission
put you in the sky like a blown engine piston
b~tch, watch your mouth, who the f~ck is you dissin’?
hop on the mic, b~tch, i’m speaking my mind
don’t look at the muzzle flash, it make you blind
that b~tch want love, but i don’t got the time
this b~tch is stupid, she thinkin’ she mine
said he want smoke like a kid in a mine
said he got shooters, but i know he lyin’
[verse]
hollow~tip bullets gon’ to rip you to shreds
this little taurus gon’ leave your ass dead
ain’t gettin’ caught, b~tch, i run from the feds
hop out the car and start jumping the fence
you n~ggas stupid ain’t makin’ no sense
how you gon’ hate if you ain’t got no bread
that’s that dumb ass sh~t you n~ggas be on
y’all ain’t on sh~t, you n~ggas peons
doin’ the dash in a srt neon
y’all in the rear view, i ain’t even seen y’all
ya’ll n~ggas broke and i don’t wanna be y’all
your b~tch is f~ckin’ now she suckin’ me off
she’s goin’ hard, she gon’ suck all my meat off
swingin’ my pole like a golfer at tee off

[verse 2]
i’m with your b~tch like a chip she gon’ lay
you n~ggas talkin’ like b~tches, you g~y
if we doin’ business its not time to play
pull out a gun and crash out like i’m clay
you n~ggas p~ssy and not what you claim
i don’t need a beam because i got good aim
you n~ggas hoes and your daddy to blame
you n~ggas scary, no, we ain’t the same
you went to the trap and just got a ounce
i went to the trap and picked up a pound
i got that dog in me, b~tch, i’m a hound
you ain’t on sh~t, get the f~ck from around
this b~tch suck me up i’ma keep her around
i’m not checkin’ in when i roll through your town
[hook]
your sh~t gon’ jam if you shoot with a limp wrist
shoot like a picture, this sh~t not on pinterest
she wanna to f~ck, but i don’t got a interest
told her “get out or get back to the kitchen”
if you gon’ be the shooter, can’t f~ck up the mission
gettin’ you gone like you cancer remission
put you in the sky like a blown engine piston
b~tch, watch your mouth, who the f~ck is you dissin’?
hop on the mic, b~tch, i’m speaking my mind
don’t look at the muzzle flash, it make you blind
that b~tch want love, but i don’t got the time
this b~tch is stupid, she thinkin’ she mine
said he want smoke like a kid in a mine
said he got shooters, but i know he lyin’


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