[Verse 1: Gunz] Stare is when the trigger face Lil n***a with a base Know me young here's some money, you wonder now make 2012 with a number dial Talking that s**t; know who they rapping with Pause, I say em fast, rabbit d***s I the booth to a maggot pit She appear when I the David Banner wrist Gettin money, you b****s can't see me like my home b****n' her dog is back with another bone Hollar for a dollar, to back I hit her off of twitter, now follow that I'm face, my network is social Young Money, Cash Money, we who coach you up them protools with them loco vocals What you know to, don't do, I'm your go-tos, Plot, once you try I approach you with the toast too Fire, I will you Tie, any man, bear hand you Silence is I go to Violent, in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist Find the burner and they solving the Murder in the place, let is dissolve in his I give a f**k if your moms and all is in the play Get pops, get popped, n***a pop off Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in off Glock and it hot, knock ya socks off Get clocked, when it tick, get off Block n****s, by the when its blocked off Swat for the yacht when is docked off In the spot n****s plot to get bopped, pause And when the waps then ya top off
[Verse 2: Meek YMCMB DoubleM G, you me Old flow like Kool Moe Dee flow, I move low key Make a OT Get a for the low 95 South get a that would go Every 36 let the get an O I put it in the that b***h better snow In the middle of summer, do N****s better run us that, front us Mac-10 with a drummer, they want us Tell them run up, get done up When automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping That s**t be spitting so fast, and my we platinum And I'm... on the way I'm glow, I put my pressy on 30 thou, a got a Camero Chevy on I go loud the neck give em a heavy one And n****s sleeping on me, I get my Freddy on Nightmare on you record I tell em put the dirty on the other table You ever seen a 100 off fiend money That Luther King, I had a dream money I can tell you n****s never seen We sellin white girl, gettin Christine Aguilera, I'm in the N****s whisper I come through, I can barely hear em I know n****s looking, I can't see em though My daddy in the grave, I make you em though call me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho Cause I got my up, its time to get my haters up I'm gone!
B***h!
I'm gone!
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