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Yeah it out, uh yo

Yo, I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce, the goose
Nigga popped up in the blue Coupe, this Moose
This nigga fishy, this nigga he pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get
I seen niggaz resist, some nigga
Be broke over this coke or full of crispy
Dollar bills make nigga swallow the
And most niggaz swallow a pill, know how that feel?

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

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

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

I understand this man, he got a in his hand
The alone, this shit is bananas
My one was to hit him and run fam
But God my life, when 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 to buck up
Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the up

was brave but his stupid ways
Is the reason why I'm 'bout to twist Duke
And I'ma squeezin' but the gun wouldn't shot no
Now we even but the nigga 6'2, what would you do?
I'm 'bout to out fox this
Son at 165, I'ma box this
But what he don't know, Loon to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I chop this

But in my mind, tellin' me let it slide
So I'ma get in my ride and catch another time
Just circle the block smoke a purple of
This nigga heart stop, nigga died on the spot
No bullshit, right on the block
Crack heads in his slacks, hit him right in his knot
me the trouble, now my phone on bubble
Feds my line, like nigga condone the trouble
Walk out my motherfuckin' is a struggle
them pigs, I don't own no shovel, what the fuck

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

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