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[Verse 1] I heard niggas wanna stick me for my paper So I went and bought the choppa with the laser Nigga, how the fuck is you gon' rob a robber? I don't think you know I got that problem solver with me I got bought my granddaddy Harry a Revolver Bitch, I got your number but I'm still not gon' call you If it's a lick, bitch, we hit it already You can have your bitch back, I hit it already Nigga, you ain't gettin' shit back, we split it already You talkin' 'bout that street shit, we did it already You can't testify against me cuz he dead already Fuck this rap beef, shoot him in the head already! My niggas with it, don't forget it We pullin' up with Dracos the size of a midget Pull up, knock a nigga off his pivot .223 bullet knock a nigga out his fitted Now he smelling like he shitted He sneak dissed me, that fuck nigga shouldn't have did it Depends on how I'm feeling I might fuck her once and quit it Cuz I ain't got no time for these in love bitches You better not run your mouth, we put stitches on snitches I'm a Young Street Nigga, I set my Chevy on 6's I'm riding fast in this V12 on the road to riches I'm a male gigolo, I leave my semen on bitches! Buy the whole bar cuz I'm a nice guy And I'ma rob my plug if the price high We just took off ya Cuban link Robbed you for your gold You would think I had a patch on my right eye Nigga, I done fuck more hoes than LL I done sold more blow than Hell Rell Nigga, we'll kick your door down like 12 Rushing out the trap house, I forgot the scale I can tell these niggas be frail, but act tough as hell I could sell sand to a beach, I give you a shell He say he get dough, I couldn't tell cuz he broke as hell Nigga, I'm so mothafuckin' cold I'm givin' 'em hell! If you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell Free all of my niggas, got them killas living through a cell Earned all my stripes, I'm an OG I got OG's up in Heaven looking over me Used to be a shorty, now the shorties lookin' up to me That used to be your bitch, now you sick cuz she fuckin' me Bitch, I feel like a Don, always shining like the fuckin' Sun I get bitches sprung swinging wood like I'm Barry Bond Ain't for none, I stick to my gun like a piece of gum From the slums, I need every crumb like a fuckin' bum Bitch, I ain't the one talking dumb, I cut out ya tongue When I up this gun, better run like you're Forrest Gump BRAATTT, BAP, BAP, PAOW!