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Ridin' round wit two sticks
Duck tape two clips
Both of dem bitches fully loaded
You ain't gon catch me slippin' you bitch
You ain't heard nigga TRU in here
That beef shit ain't new in here
Been bussin' heads since the 7th grade
Ain't half of the shit we do in here
Fuck a hater let him get mad
I got somethin' for his bitch ass
Pull up on that nigga block
Wit mo' fire power than what TIP had
Fuck around and get zip bagged
Nigga come wit that tripping
Over a hundred rounds in them two mags
And I dare a nigga fuck wit me
Okay fuck you bitch you can't touch me
I'm ain't gon' never lose you can trust me
Pockets a set of titties lookin' busty
Bitches ain't messin' wit me is you nutty
Stay off of my Instagram
If you gon' just look and not double tap
You see where I'm at I'm inna trap
I'm with Dinero he got the strap
You know what I'm bout
As soon as I open my mouth
That murder she wrote gon' come out
I'm straight from the south
We ain't the same at all
They do anything for clout
I'm with the gang no doubt
We shut shit down
Pull up sticks is out
You racists clowns
TRU Nigga
I'm at the top of my game, oh yes I am
I'm at the top of da chain
I make that run with the cane
Yall make it hot, now I make it hot with da flame
Then pop, then pop 'em again
Yup Murder be makin' it rain yea
Murder be makin' it rain cause Murder insane
Murder ain't never gon' change
Uh uh I'm never gon' break, I'm never gon' rat
I'm never gon' fold
I'm never gon' lose control
Cause my whole life on cruise control
I'm movin' that dope, I fuck wit dude and dude got smoked
He fuck with that coke and that's a no
I kick in his door, he ain't kickin' no more