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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 through so much shit, been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't back
These niggas fake and phony, the paparazzi wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchies, they should have posted homie
I'm in the A with Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
I'm in the A my brother, it's YMCM Rich Gang
Now tell them niggas up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, clear I don't give a fuck
In my I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My whip insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I took 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 Smith and they both started
Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New
Uh, let me a break,
Let me catch my
Rolling with the homie
It's YM everything, nigga, I don't need nothing else
Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked home 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 I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might drop my fucking 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 an album off of features
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 they really Jim
Gotta it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill for the ching ching
Got a best friend and the best friend got a
Gotta fit 'em all in, now a win win win win
The room's spinning I'm faded
Watch how you run up on businessmen, they're gang related
I said I like the way she dance, she like the way I it
Fuck me without 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 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 like 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 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
That I fain gaze
And attack on with a straight razor in that
Any nigga want it he get it
The Yappa got it and rocking with it
I got a nigga showing and popping, and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he the men and boom
Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's,
You should've drove off, 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 making a pay
grandpa at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
Fucking unbook, come the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, they him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen popping the
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you you gotta bang

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

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