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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 ain't do much time, but dawg I going back
niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi 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 them 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 Ferrari
Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm
I just a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it
Like KG went to Boston
Or when Melo went to the
And he brought JR and they both started ballin'
Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New
Uh, let me a break,
Let me my breath
Rolling the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything, nigga, I need nothing else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm in
I home girl and her best friend
You don't wanna out on your blessing
Got the dope dick and I use it as a weapon I

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
Check (shoot'er) Sometimes I I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Michael Phelps and Jackson
Might just drop my fucking and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my cup with ether
Got the buzz as niggas with 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 gotta it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but they really Jim
Gotta it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I do is kill kill for the ching ching
Got a best 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 related
I said I like the way she dance, she like the way I it
Fuck me without paying a rent, if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money always been the attraction
Homie told me women always been the main
And I'm too focused, I just to get disturbed
I'm busy making millions, she just started 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 to the dirt of me
So for certainly get my blast on
To the of a fuck nigga trying to fuck with us
Think they can make it if can run a decathlon
blazing, I mack on,
Play brave and get home with them AK's
Crack arms with a straight
That calm and I gaze
And attack on with a razor in that palm
Any want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and with it
I got a nigga and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and
Pall bearers, cold moms, all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor
Looking the nose off, like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm the stove off, kicking the doors off
hit the deck, still bodies 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 hopping the
If you get to trippin' you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the popping the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta

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

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