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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the in Drive
I'm pulling out the garage, and God I'm alive
been through so much shit, been 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 have posted that homie
I'm in the A with Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Rich
Now tell them niggas line up, I them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a
In my closet I eat you up, my ill, no duh
My whip game insane uh Testarossa's
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 to Boston
Or when went to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and they started ballin'
Big bro went serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans
Uh, let me a break,
Let me my breath
Rolling with the Birdman
It's YM everything, nigga, I don't need nothing else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm in
I fucked home girl and her best
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, Michael Phelps and Michael
Might just drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup ether
Got the buzz as niggas with an album off of features
See I'm doing it
Got a tool in the timbs, now the rules bend
No tools in the gym but I bring it in
niggas wanna flex, but they really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, it and him
All I do is kill kill for the ching 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 'cause I'm faded
Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're related
I said I like the way she dance, she the way I made 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 been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I hate to get disturbed
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 when I don't even 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 certainly get my blast on
To the face of a fuck trying to fuck with us
Think they can make it if can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
brave and get back home with them AK's
Crack with a straight face
calm and I fain gaze
And attack on with a straight razor in palm
Any nigga it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and with it
I got a showing and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, hit the floor, he shot the men and boom
bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've drove off, hitting on and poor dogs
Looking the nose off, like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the off
hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
Say making a pay
grandpa at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
Fucking killing unbook, the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get in the face
You got the bitch in the kitchen popping the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you you gotta bang

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

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