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Tampa Mystic, outworkin' all you bitches
Walk up on a nigga, fuck dry bars
It's money over bitches, every fuckin' dime
It's a kill zone, off in these streets
I pull my pistol, I'ma squeeze
Gangsta
Never been a talker, I get on niggas
If I say that I'ma do it, it's official
My pedigree is certified, likely I'll dismiss you
My dick get hard when that blade sever your tissue
Long 30-round dick under this pistol
Blood and mousetrap, they weighin' the deep debt
Headshots, niggas die in your vest
Playin' to be a killer, ain't a killer, cause you ain't killed me yet
Lights sag on the jeans
All red ones, about to make my way to Dina
Go fuck her, I'ma blood
If I'm with no nigga to the heart
Expect any nigga gettin' money where you from is irrelevant
Niggas kill cops in my region for the hell of it
Toss the blunder off of the bridge, ready to evidence
It's funk season off of this bitch
Relatives beggin' mamas get clipped
Gangsta
I was born with the shit, nigga
Shit, nigga
I don't think these niggas really want it
It's 30 rounds in that clip, nigga
Click-clack
This how we do in California
Walk up on a nigga, fuck drive-bys
It's money over bitches, they ain't fuckin' die
It's a kill zone off of these streets
I'm pullin' my pistol, I'ma squeeze
Gangsta
I put a Diz-A on crease with a .40 cal
Top shot, it get you dropped like a label
Snitch niggas get beat on in hell for ransom
Respect is demanded, don't face the glamor
I'm on, should make funeral homes
See the stones, thought I'm jealous, better watch it don't
Rocks hangin' off my neck, work the motor home
I'm straight killin' when I'm whippin' some fuckin' feelings
How I'm livin, I'ma ride in the Cali breeze
L's up when I chuck, ain't no lost to me
What's beef when I lick the blood off my blade
Pussy niggas with titties wanna catch my fade, okay
Post like Elijah one
Give a nod to the YGs to pull your card