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Nigga, playin' with lil Ran, I'ma show him how I step
This ain't a game, ain't for no fame, PBK, that's what I rep
This a family committee, no, we ain't no fuckin' gang
Like puttin' a Don Julio label on a Henny bottle
When they ain't same
I ain't influence nobody to hop up in them streets
Everybody that I know, been thuggin' in some beef
Nigga, come play around this way, we gon' leave your ass deceased
Once I blow that iron, you just gon' be another bloody memory
Roll me up a dead nigga, roll him back to back
Woulda thought he had front row seats, the way his ass got clapped
Woulda thought he was a dyke, the way he was clutchin' on that strap
But he ain't even use it, man, that pussy nigga cap
Take your lick, don't be a bitch, you know we get active
Go get your stick and flip that switch, nigga, catch me in traffic
Nigga, said he want my hat, bet that I ain't never hiding
Betta keep your head on the swivel, never know I might surprise you
Always clutchin' pistols, I ain't never need no drac
If he try to run, I guess he gay, cause back shots, what he gon' take
If he look back, them hollows gon' eat your face
On that gas, forever movin', I ain't never had no breaks
I'm always bout that action, let me know if you want that pressure
What you want do, you want fight or shoot, I'm down for whatever
No this bitch ain't heavy and I'm slangin' all that metal
When I leave my bitch crib, leave a bullet on her dresser
Pull up on that block and let off shots like what he at
Hop up out that car, we on feet, pull round the back
I know he ain't get far ,what was that
Left that pussy bitch on flat
I been hopped out the bleachers and I went hopped up in that field
Went from doin' routes, now a nigga doin' drills
Ain't no safety on that Glock, no, I'm blitzin for that kill
Cause once I throw that first bullet and you recept it
You gon' know this shit be real
Finger fuck that Glock so many times, that bitch be ran through
Finna go cop me another one, you know that hoe be brand new
I been out the way, layin' low, I been ducked off
Flag on the play, interception, he got picked off
Spinnin' back to back like a magician, got buku hats
Drawin' blood from pussy niggas, they ain't never spinnin' back
Once we get you touched, you gon' need more than a surgeon
I pull up on the right, brudda creep up on the left and we gon' dirt him
Always clutchin' pistols, I ain't never need no drac
If he try to run, I guess he gay, cause back shots, what he gon' take
If he look back, them hollows gon' eat your face
On that gas, forever movin', I ain't never had no breaks
I let these other niggas, rep off fake kills
I won't say too much, when I'm comin' off a drill
I keep my mouth closed like how I did with that steel
And let that bitch blow, and get that kill
I won't say it too much, cause these niggas be snitchin
I won't say it too much, and im x out that witness
I won't say it too much,wont get me booked for that sentence
But if I get convicted, that's life in a penitentiary