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DTP we got them that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in 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 a pearl handle

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

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

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

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

clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the 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 fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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