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Pshh, pshh
Turn me up gang, you ain't no shit, lil' nigga down bad bout a bitch
I know you heard that free tay bino tape, that bitch no skips
I'm crashin' out for a couple thousand, boy, mind yo' business
Never hood, watch, pick this striker, we gon' kill a witness
Switches get to flyin like witches, fan screens shotin' my pictures
Opp bitches gettin' in the way, dyin' for them niggas
Bitch, you knew exactly what it was, stop cryin' for them niggas
Cuss, just sendin' money through we slimin them niggas
Cross shit, they call me after they do it on some boss shit
Get yo whole generation wacked and it won't cost shit
Mm-hmm, aye kill em cuss
Bitch, keep fuckin' for a bag, she ain't gettin' one
45 glock, 21 versus anyone
I don't give a fuck what you play, just know Skilla cuss
Think, he smart, he switch the car, we shoot the rental up
Nigga, came outside, wit that lil' shit, you need a bigger gun
Talkin' bout a hundred thousand, threw that it in the club
I ran through seven zeros, bitch, I been the one
Niggas not with up, kill for Gutta Bugg
Bro in the feds off that spud, in there drunk as fuck
Mak Bandz, goofy ass, throwin' dubs in the club
Click-clack, cock this bitch back, boy, you outta luck
Exit 13 boy this shit for Chuck
Love don't live here no more I don't give a fuck
At all