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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 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 give a
In my I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all niggas thought I it, I'm awesome
I just took a break to a young nigga how to boss it
Like when KG to Boston
Or when Melo to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and they both started
Big bro went from serving to pelicans in New Orleans
Uh, let me a break,
Let me catch my
Rolling with the Birdman
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 best
You don't wanna miss out on blessing
Got the dope dick and I use it as a just

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
Check (shoot'er) Sometimes I I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Phelps and Michael Jackson
just drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with
Got the same as niggas with an album off of features
See I'm doing it
Got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta
No tools in the gym but I bring it in
'Cause wanna flex, but they really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, it and him
All I wanna do is kill for the ching ching
Got a best friend and the friend got a twin
fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win
The spinning 'cause I'm faded
how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related
I said I like the way she dance, she the way I made it
Fuck me without paying a rent, if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money been the main attraction
told me women always been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I hate to get disturbed
I'm busy making millions, she just laughing so you know I had to

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

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

Wanting when I don't even want a mask on
War paint a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on
Young Money Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly get my blast on
To the face of a nigga trying to fuck with us
Think can make it if they can run a decathlon
blazing, I mack on,
Play brave and get back home with AK's
arms with a straight face
That calm and I gaze
And on with a straight razor in that palm
Any nigga it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and rocking it
I got a nigga and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he the men and boom
Pall bearers, cold moms, all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and dogs
Looking the nose off, like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off, the doors off
Everybody hit the deck, still get thrown off
Say making a pay
Meeting at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
Fucking killing unbook, the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hopping the
If you get to trippin' then you get in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta

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

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