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I put the in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in Drive
I'm pulling out the garage, and God I'm alive
I've been through so much shit, through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but I ain't going back
These niggas fake and phony, the paparazzi wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchies, they should have posted that
I'm in the A Rich Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Gang
Now tell them niggas up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's I don't give a fuck
In my I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My whip insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all niggas I lost 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 they started ballin'
Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New
Uh, let me a break,
Let me my breath
Rolling with the Birdman
It's YM over everything, nigga, I need nothing else
Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked home girl and her friend
You wanna miss out on your blessing
Got the dope and I use it as a weapon I just

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

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

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

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

Wanting manners when I don't even 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 I'mma get my blast on
To the face of a fuck nigga trying to fuck us
Think they can it if they can run a decathlon
blazing, I mack on,
Play brave and get back home with AK's
Crack arms with a straight
That calm and I fain
And attack on with a straight in that palm
Any nigga want it he get it
The Yappa got it rolling and rocking it
I got a nigga and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, hit the floor, he shot the men and boom
Pall bearers, 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 flicking the off
When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the off
hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
Say a remarkable pay
grandpa at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
Fucking killing unbook, come the coppers and
Twizzie get the chicken, plot him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the
You ain't got the bitch in the popping the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you bang

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

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