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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the in Drive
I'm out the garage, and thanking God I'm alive
I've been through so much shit, through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't back
These niggas fake and they phony, the 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 with my brother, it's YMCM Gang
Now tell them niggas line up, I tell niggas time up
KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck
In my I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My whip game uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all 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 and they both started ballin'
Big bro went from serving to pelicans in New Orleans
Uh, let me a break,
Let me my breath
with the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything, nigga, I don't nothing else
Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked home girl and her best
You don't wanna miss out on your
Got the dope 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, Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether
Got the same buzz as niggas with an album off of
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 they really Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, it and him
All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching
Got a best friend and the best friend got a
fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win
The room's spinning 'cause I'm
Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang
I I like the way she dance, she like the way I made it
Fuck me without paying a rent, imagine if I it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
always been the main attraction
Homie me women always been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I hate 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 I don't even want a mask on
War paint like a and my bitch got a red ass on
Young Cash Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly get my blast on
To the face of a fuck nigga trying to with us
Think they can it if they can run a decathlon
blazing, I mack on,
Play brave and get home with them AK's
arms with a straight face
That calm and I fain
And on with a straight razor in that palm
Any nigga it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and with it
I got a nigga and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and
bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You drove off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs
Looking the nose off, looking 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 a remarkable 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 hopping the
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,