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Coming up the motherfucking block, it's a undertaker
Just throw your hands in the air
Don't move a muscle, I won't hesitate to
Just let you have it with a few things
No need for running and ducking
'Cause with this missile pack I'm taking aim
Now all is left is me to finish him
I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, rule number one, Pookie just can't be faded
High off that doja, I done told ya I was bound to make it
Niggas smoke, forget that drama, I be telling ya
'Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud nine on the regular
And since we crooks, since we killers, we motivate to get ya
Pull out that knife and slit your throat and watch your body shiver
Since we'll peel ya, hollow points is hitting quicker
Standing over your body and watching that blood spill
I say ho, just have a seat and listen now to the beat
As the words come out my mouth and grab you hard by your feet
Penetrate into your nerves, sending signals to your brain
As I post up on the curb and you feel death, I'm to blame
Quick to feeling static, lift up my shirt, the pistol, I will grab it
Killing foes and smoking blunts, I'm letting these niggas have it
Visions of a silent one, loading up an extra clip
Foes out to get me but these rhinos spit up out my clip
Trip and watch me throw some shit at your head
No clear description of this face leave the coppers misled
Visions of a silent one, loading up an extra clip
Foes out to get me but these rhinos spit up out my clip
Trip and watch me throw some shit at your head
No clear description of this face leave the coppers misled
Now look into the eyes of a motherfucking crook (What you see?)
Just a pimp-ass nigga high as he can be
With the three more crooks, in other words my boulders
Becoming hard, I told ya, and spitting shit
So poaching and toasting a heavy burden
Nigga, I'm on my own
Gaze inside your dome to solve the problem at home
It's on, now the pressure's on my back with a tree