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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 shit, been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I going back
These niggas fake and they phony, the wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchies, they should have posted 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 Gang
Now tell them line up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't a fuck
In my I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My whip game insane uh Ferrari
niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it
Like when KG 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 catch my
Rolling with the Birdman
It's YM over everything, nigga, I don't need nothing
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm in
I fucked home girl and her friend
You wanna miss out on your blessing
Got the dick and I use it as a weapon I just

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
(shoot'er) Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson, Michael 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 ether
Got the same buzz as niggas with an off of features
See I'm it again
Got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta
No tools in the gym but I gotta it in
'Cause niggas flex, but they really slim Jim
Gotta it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching
Got a best friend and the best 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 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, imagine if I it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money always been the main
Homie told me women been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I just hate to get
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 when I don't want a mask on
War paint a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on
Young Cash Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly I'mma get my on
To the face of a fuck nigga trying to fuck us
Think they can make it if they can run a
Stay blazing, I on,
Play brave and get back home with them
Crack arms with a face
That calm and I fain
And attack on with a razor in that palm
Any nigga it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and with it
I got a showing and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and
Pall bearers, moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and dogs
Looking the nose off, looking like I'm the stove off
When I'm 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, 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 the safe
to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang

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

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