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DTP we got them guns 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 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 niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta spraying

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

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, 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 it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like came from IRAQ
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 more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them 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 with
Put a bullet in it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like

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

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll 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 looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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