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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that with the 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 show all you
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, 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 shawty is you a G or
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they 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 the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need hella 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 don't mess with, we got guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My pistol grip 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 lives up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really 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 with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
They got no
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