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Ayy, ayy, woah
Pooh, you a fool for this one
With the Glock all in his pants
He gon' walk out with the Glock all in his pants
My shooter's jumping out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s
The place is paying 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command
I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playing
Face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands
My G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots
And let them boys know I ain't playing
You say it's up, bitch, what you saying?
Side of your house, that's where we laying
When you walk out, we get to spraying
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playing
Spin on their block, let off some shots
If we don't hit we spin again
The day I die, nobody cry, walk in the mall and spend a ten
One Glock 40, two FNs, one got your name, two for your friends
Young rich nigga in the Benz
Lord forgive me for my sins
You rollin' with me, that's a fact, nigga
I catch you walking out of church on Sunday morning
Best believe you getting stretched, nigga
I'm in the streets, they're on the internet
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back
I'm startin' to think these niggas snitching
When we spin, they never spinning back
Everything that I rap, swear to God that I'm spitting facts
Hitting winters on the run, I'm gripping on the MAC
My chain snatched, your brain snatched
Glock 40 bullets, your name attached
Face a nigga just for lookin' at
I'm way up, ain't no lookin' back
Ol' pussy boy, who you lookin' at?
Dope in the kitchen, we cookin' that
My shooter's jumping out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s
The place is paying 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command
I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playing