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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
been through so much shit, been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't going
These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi on me
I left the jail in Givenchies, should have posted that homie
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 Rich
Now tell them niggas up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' 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 it, I'm awesome
I took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it
Like when KG to Boston
Or when went to the Knicks
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 catch my
Rolling the Birdman homie
It's YM everything, nigga, I don't need nothing else
Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked girl and her best friend
You don't wanna miss out on 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 Michael
Michael Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael
Might just drop my tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether
Got the buzz as niggas with an album off of features
See I'm doing it
Got a in the timbs, now the rules gotta bend
No in the gym but I gotta bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, it and him
All I wanna do is kill for the ching ching
Got a best friend and the friend got a twin
Gotta fit 'em all in, now 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 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 the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I hate to get disturbed
I'm busy millions, she just 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 Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly I'mma get my 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 back home with AK's
arms with a straight face
That calm and I gaze
And attack on with a straight razor in palm
Any want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it and rocking with it
I got a showing 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 off, looking like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the 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 coppers and
Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you you gotta bang

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

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