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[Verse 1: Gunz]
Stare is blank the trigger face
Lil n***a with a base
Know me young homie? here's some money, you now
I'll make with a number dial
Talking that s**t; dont know who they with
Pause, I say em fast, rabbit d***s
I turn the to a maggot pit
She appear when I wave the David Banner
Gettin money, you can't see me like my mother home
She's b****n' her dog is back with bone
Hollar for a dollar, to swallow
I hit her right off of twitter, now follow
I'm booking face, my network is
Money, Cash Money, we coach who coach you
Slow up them with them loco vocals
What you to, don't do, n***a
I'm your go-tos,
Plot, you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I will you
Tie, any man, bear hand you
Silence is I go to
Violent, burner in the safe, in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the burner and solving the case
Murder in the place, let is in his waist
I don't give a f**k if your 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 gettin hot, knock ya off
Get clocked, when it tick, get off
n****s, by the block when its blocked off
Swat looking for the yacht is docked off
In the spot where plot to get bopped, pause
And the waps stop then ya top off

[Verse 2: Meek
DoubleM G, you know me
Old school like Kool Moe Dee
flow, I move low key
Make a OT
Get a for the low
95 get a chick that would go
36 let the b***h get an O
I put it in the hood that b***h better
In the middle of summer, do
N****s run from us that, front us
That Mac-10 with a drummer, they us
Tell n****s run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory when he rapping
s**t be spitting so fast, and my n****s 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 around the neck 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 money on the other
You seen a 100 racks off fiend money
That Martin Luther King, I had a dream
I can tell you n****s never seen
We sellin white girl, Christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the
N****s whisper when I through, I can barely hear em
I these n****s looking, I can't see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em
They me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho
I got my paper up, its time to get my haters up
I'm gone!

B***h!

I'm gone!

Double-M G