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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
him, take him, beat 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 them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a 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 I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You need hella 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 guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound this

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so you'll need 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 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 make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em like the sound effects you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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