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Slide up on man wit a gripstick
Keepin' it tucked like a muhfuckin' split stick
Nigga I'm not your business
Pullin' my card and the function turn into a witness
I'm feelin disturbed
Cause y'all niggas really ain't down wit the muhfuckin' sickness
Pull the stick out the bag
And they started runnin' like they at a planet on fitness
I feel like John Booth
The way I shoot on these niggas you not a lil hooper
Yeah look at my homie
That boy finna up it in DC cause he a real shooter
Lil pussy ass nigga you digital gangster
Cause you only hard through computer
Lil nigga you bad well you ain't on shit
Bitch eat the bullets to my Ruger
Fire the janitor
I'm moppin' up all these niggas lil bitch you ain't hard
Pull the stick out the air
Just like a magician, drive by when I hop out the car
Stop the time just like Dio
The world in my takeover cause I'm a muhfuckin' star
Yeah Maka my meister
And we got the witch hunter slash, you ain't gettin' far
Black Star like this weapon
This bitch ain't on shit lil boy u ain't steppin'
Spiderman on my glock when I'm shootin' these bullets
They stick 'em down just like some webbing
Lil boy you a punk, shut the fuck up and step down
Who the fuck is you checkin'?
When I pull out the stick
You change the fuck up and then start all the muhfuckin' begging