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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's fully
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who want they day
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my are always talking about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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