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Yeah it out, uh yo

Yo, I was sittin' on the with the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose
Nigga popped up in the blue Coupe, this Moose
nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the and get busy
I niggaz resist, some nigga wrist
Be broke over this or pocket full of crispy
Dollar make nigga swallow the steel
And most niggaz can't swallow a pill, know how that

But back to the nigga, in back of the whip
the windows half way down about to clap on some shit
And I'm and shit to this platinum chick
It was fucked up, I got back to the whip
I'm paranoid but got the gat and the clip
If them niggaz spit, I got to spit back at the
If it go down, shorty back'll get ripped
And that's low down, real life theatrical

So I shorty hand, took a couple of paces
Said some 'Hail Mary' my patience
Oh shit, this nigga spit four
I threw down and let off the whole clip
Then reloaded but holdin' the whip
In broad day, so niggaz witnessed the whole shit
Had to flee this is blasphemy
I took a couple of steps and the nigga me

nigga Moose got loose from the caboose
Ain't thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my dick
My deuce-deuce fuckin' with Moose 40
I try to save the but the nigga done lose shorty
Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her
Now shorty layin' puddles of red, it I'm fed
I'm figure was it somethin I said
That got dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead

I this man, he got a cannon in his hand
The alone, this shit is bananas
My one was to hit him and run fam
But God saved my life, he made his gun jam
Time to leave but he still tryna
Instead of tryna buy him some time on his
Nigga please, you got no reason to up
Knowin' that you to get shot the fuck up

Duke was but his stupid ways
Is the reason why I'm to twist Duke toupee
And I'ma squeezin' but the gun shot no strays
Now we even but the nigga like 6'2, what you do?
I'm 'bout to out fox nigga
Son at 165, I'ma box nigga
But what he know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I chop this

But thoughts in my mind, me let it slide
So I'ma get in my ride and catch another time
Just circle the smoke a purple of choc
This nigga heart stop, nigga right on the spot
No bullshit, collapse on the block
Crack heads went in his slacks, hit him right in his
Save me the trouble, now my on bubble
tappin' my line, like nigga condone the trouble
Walk out my home is a struggle
Fuck them pigs, I own no shovel, what the fuck

Now all that bullshit I been through with this nigga
I ain't lay a single motherfuckin' hand on this nigga
This nigga drops dead, these is all on my ass
Like I did somethin' to nigga
Word to my mother, this shit is real bullshit man
nigga killed my motherfuckin' bitch
Now I'm runnin' around like motherfuckin' Ford
Like I'm some motherfuckin' or somethin' man

This is real bullshit man
But I'ma this shit out man
'Cause I'ma bad boy