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DTP we got them that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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

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

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

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

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always talking
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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