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My pistol always on tuck plus i'm keepin it real
My nig*as on the side of me when i'm bustin my steel
Act hard get ya head popped
We really in the field
Get the drop i stalk him i chalk him
I lay him out for real
Many men they want me gone
I got guns inside my home
Don't think i'm slippin'
Catch a head shot bitch i'm never alone
I'm always wit' it take 3 to the fitted
I open ya dome
Contract killer money on my head Yo' shooter gon' be gone
Like who these nig*as 'posed to be
They think they smokin' me
I highly doubt it
Too many choppas and glizzys on my team
Bitch what you wan' do
We step on you then it's a murder scene
Comin' thru the cut bro just up
Don't even use the beam
I ain't gotta tell em what it is
They already know
Comin' thru my block we park ya car
Yeah we'll stop ya show
Name ringin' i'm hot
They tryna bite off a young ni*a flow
I still post on the block clutch on my glock
I'm ready for the smoke