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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in
I'm pulling out the garage, and thanking God I'm
I've been through so shit, been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I going back
These niggas fake and they phony, the wait on me
I the jail in Givenchies, they should have posted that homie
I'm in the A Rich Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
I'm in the A my brother, it's YMCM Rich Gang
Now tell niggas line up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's I don't give a fuck
In my closet I eat you up, my ill, no duh
My game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all niggas thought I it, I'm awesome
I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to it
when KG went to Boston
Or when Melo went to the
And he brought JR Smith and both started ballin'
Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New
Uh, let me a break,
Let me catch my
Rolling with the Birdman
It's YM over everything, nigga, I don't nothing else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm in
I home girl and her best friend
You don't wanna miss out on your
Got the dope dick and I use it as a weapon I

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
(shoot'er) Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might just drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup ether
Got the same buzz as with an album off of features
See I'm it again
Got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta
No tools in the gym but I bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, it and him
All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching
Got a best friend and the best got a twin
Gotta fit 'em all in, now a win win win win
The room's spinning 'cause I'm
how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related
I said I like the way she dance, she the way I made it
Fuck me without paying a rent, imagine if I it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money been the main attraction
Homie me women always been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I just hate to get
I'm busy millions, she just started laughing so you know I had to

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Wanting manners when I even want a mask on
War like a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on
Young Money Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly get my blast on
To the face of a fuck nigga to fuck with us
Think they can it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
Play brave and get back home with them
Crack arms with a face
calm and I fain gaze
And attack on with a razor in that palm
Any nigga it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and rocking it
I got a nigga showing and popping, and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he the men and boom
bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs
Looking the nose off, looking like I'm the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off, the doors off
hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
Say a remarkable pay
Meeting at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
Fucking killing unbook, come the and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, they him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the popping the safe
to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,