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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
I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and
I ain't do time, but dawg I ain't going back
These niggas and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me
I left the in Givenchies, they should have posted that 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 them niggas line up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I give a fuck
In my closet I eat you up, my ill, no duh
My game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I just took a to teach a young nigga how to boss it
Like KG went to Boston
Or Melo went to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and they both ballin'
Big bro went from birds to pelicans in New Orleans
Uh, let me a break,
Let me catch my
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 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
Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might just my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup ether
Got the same buzz as niggas with an off of features
See I'm doing it
Got a in the timbs, now the rules gotta bend
No tools in the gym but I bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but they slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, it and him
All I wanna do is kill for the ching ching
Got a best and the best 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 related
I I like the way she dance, she like 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 the main attraction
Homie told me women always been the main
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 don't want a mask on
War paint like a baboon and my got a red ass on
Young Money Money to the dirt of me
So for I'mma get my blast on
To the of a fuck nigga trying to fuck with us
they can make it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
Play and get back home with them AK's
Crack arms with a straight
That calm and I gaze
And attack on with a straight razor in palm
Any nigga want it he get it
The got it rolling 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, hitting on bitches and dogs
Looking the nose off, looking like I'm flicking the off
I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the doors off
Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get off
Say making a pay
Meeting at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
Fucking killing unbook, come the and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, plot him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get in the face
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,