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DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold 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 look dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we plying 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 day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch 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
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, 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 out my stomach
And throwing 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 from
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya 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 clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers 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 thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns 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 with
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives 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 for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning 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 hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em 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 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are always talking
Some squeeze me, me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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