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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until look like dice
But I'm through with all the 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
Bust you in the broad day on the street fully crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And oozy get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
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 pistol sound like this

Now what, who want day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
I know you marks planning 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 need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's 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 and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
pay your cab back with the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
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 are always talking about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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