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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 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 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 Rich
Now tell them niggas line up, I tell them niggas up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't a fuck
In my closet I eat you up, my ill, no duh
My whip insane uh Ferrari 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 KG went to Boston
Or when Melo went to the
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 the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything, nigga, I don't need 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 dick and I use it as a weapon I just

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
Check (shoot'er) I think I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael
Might just drop my tape 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 with an album off of
See I'm it again
Got a tool in the timbs, now the rules bend
No tools in the gym but I 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 kill for the ching
Got a friend and the best friend got a twin
fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win
The room's spinning 'cause I'm
how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related
I said I the way she dance, she like the way I made it
me without paying a rent, imagine if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
always been the main attraction
Homie told me women been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I just to get disturbed
I'm making 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 when I 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 face of a fuck nigga to fuck with us
they can make it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
Play brave and get back home with them
Crack arms 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 and rocking with it
I got a showing 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 drove 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, the doors off
Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get off
Say a remarkable pay
grandpa 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 then you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the 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,