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I put the in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley 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 and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me
I left the in Givenchies, they 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 Rich Gang
Now tell them line up, I tell them niggas time up
KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck
In my I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My whip game insane uh Ferrari
Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm
I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to it
Like when KG went to
Or when Melo went to the
And he brought JR Smith and both started ballin'
Big bro from serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans
Uh, let me a break,
Let me catch my
Rolling the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything, nigga, I don't need nothing
Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked home girl and her friend
You don't 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 I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael
Might just drop my fucking and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of Fill my double cup with 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 rules bend
No in the gym but I gotta bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but they really Jim
point it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching
Got a best friend and the friend got a twin
fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win
The spinning 'cause I'm faded
Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang
I said I like the way she dance, she the way I made it
Fuck me paying a rent, imagine if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money always been the attraction
Homie told me women always been the distraction
And I'm too focused, I just hate to get
I'm busy making millions, she started laughing so you know I had to

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

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

Wanting manners I don't even want a mask on
War paint a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on
Young Money Cash Money to the of me
So for I'mma get my blast on
To the face of a fuck nigga trying to with us
they can make it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
Play and get back home with them AK's
Crack arms a straight face
calm and I fain gaze
And attack on with a straight in that palm
Any want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it and rocking with it
I got a nigga showing and popping, and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he the men and boom
Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's,
You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and dogs
Looking the nose off, like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm the stove off, kicking the doors 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 coppers and
Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hopping the
If you get to trippin' you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta

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

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