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DTP we got them guns 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 the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the that's fully crowded
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
So you should watch what you saying if 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 fuck 'em, 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, 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, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
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 from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy 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 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 text be quick
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 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, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we 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 lake nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really looking 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 niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the 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 sound effects you hear in song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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