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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the in Drive
I'm pulling out the garage, and thanking God I'm
I've been through so shit, been through trouble and back
I do much time, but dawg I ain't going back
These niggas fake and they phony, the wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchies, should have posted that homie
I'm in the A with Rich Homie, I'm in the A 2 Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Gang
Now tell them niggas line up, I tell niggas time up
KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck
In my closet I eat you up, my ill, no duh
My whip game insane uh Testarossa's
niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it
when KG went to Boston
Or when Melo to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and they both ballin'
Big bro went from serving to pelicans in New Orleans
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 fucked home girl and her friend
You don't miss out on your blessing
Got the dope dick and I use it as a just

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
Check (shoot'er) Sometimes I I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup ether
Got the same buzz as niggas an album off of features
See I'm it again
Got a tool in the timbs, now the gotta bend
No tools in the gym but I bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but really slim Jim
Gotta it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill for the ching ching
Got a friend and the best friend got a twin
Gotta fit 'em all in, now a win win win win
The room's spinning 'cause I'm
Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang
I I like the way she dance, she like the way I made it
Fuck me without paying a rent, imagine if I it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money always been the main
Homie told me women always been the main
And I'm too focused, I hate to get disturbed
I'm busy making millions, she just started laughing so you 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 paint like a baboon and my got a red ass on
Young Money Cash to the dirt of me
So for certainly get my blast on
To the face of a fuck trying to fuck with us
Think they can it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
Play brave and get home with them AK's
Crack arms a straight face
That calm and I fain
And on with a straight razor in that palm
Any want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it and rocking with it
I got a nigga and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he the men and boom
Pall bearers, moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs
the nose off, looking like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the off
Everybody hit the deck, still get thrown off
Say making a 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 plot him the gate
If you get to then you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen popping the
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta

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

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