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Bang!

I got apes in my crib like the Zoo
sneakers shot in, do what ya'll gone do
Cause once we hear some shots we blow an Uzi the 2's
.223 chopper, his kufi was
Was in my backyard, a beach just like Snoop
I can't count all this money, 2-2-3,
I was selling while you niggas was in school
Say hello to my little friend, he gone (?) it do
I got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and
Hyenas and monkeys, monkey up on my tool
I got and elephants, you know what's in my room
I got and baboons, they gone get the tool
I got tre shots in my trap like I'm on the
My on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked
Down to the ground, stumblin' a lot
Got my chopper in the jungle, they be a lot
you play my shit they start a riot
Start a fight, we start a
Nina don't clowney, hop in my Audi, I'm outie
Spendin' money like a
In the Valley out in
No LA fitness, you lose my bitch Bali
On my dick, she it, she remind me of a mistress
On my dick gettin' it, you will think I killed it
Come in Weezy baby, car got no semis
The AR-15 start dancin' ya'll got no bang
in the water with the stingrays and sharks
You think you (?) these the on the rocks
(?) Nascar, pull up, hit the
Bad bitch high, now I'm gettin' neck top
Run up in your bitch, we rockin' it
All this cake out through the door, cause I'm it
Unless they got a warrant, they talkin' shit
Fed house still why ya'll talk this shit?
You tryna catch a slippin'
in a rental
Make your bitch forget her
amnesia was the issue
Bitch don't look at me when you
Cause I probably ain't got the
Nigga lookin' at me like it's
Like I ain't got the
I do this bitch the swat, nigga clear the spot
You don't the shots, you need a cotton swab
When the doctor your bitchass back
We through pop his ass
Start runnin' the cops
Crossover, his ass
I'm in the 60's up in Slaughson
And a in New York cause I'm a baller
This ho gave me her number I'm gone call her
She was standin' up high but now fallin'
I see you lookin' with your ass nigga
You get LA, you hate, you mad nigga
You'se a Ratatouille, you'se a rat
I get cheese, I'm a black nigga
I hit sacks and up a sack
Came out cool
I say okay cool it doesn't believe me okay cool
I you smell me
I'm bringing like, I'm ridin' round with
that loud pack, where the dog at? I got Snoop
You can see the aftermath man, not done tools
Nigga, you'se a rabbit, snatch your (?), what it do?
My superstitious (?) comin' out the room
While hate justify belief in supernatural coupes