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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in
I'm pulling out the garage, and God I'm alive
I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and
I ain't do much time, but dawg I going back
These fake and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me
I the jail in Givenchies, they 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, YMCM Rich Gang
Now tell them niggas up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ 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 uh Ferrari Testarossa's
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 went to the Knicks
And he JR Smith and they both started ballin'
Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New
Uh, let me a break,
Let me catch my
with the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything, nigga, I don't nothing else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm in
I fucked home girl and her friend
You don't wanna miss out on your
Got the dick 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 Jordan
Michael Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael
Might just drop my fucking and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether
Got the same buzz as with an album off of features
See I'm it again
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
point it at him, him, fuck 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 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 like the way I it
Fuck me without paying a rent, imagine if I it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money always been the attraction
Homie me women always been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I just to get disturbed
I'm busy making millions, she just started laughing so you 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 like a baboon and my got a red ass on
Young Money Cash 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 they can run a
blazing, I mack on,
Play brave and get home with them AK's
Crack arms a straight face
calm and I fain gaze
And attack on a straight razor in that palm
Any nigga it he gotta get it
The got it rolling and rocking with it
I got a nigga and popping, picking and going
a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and boom
Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's,
You should've off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs
Looking the off, looking 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, plot him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen popping the
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta

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

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