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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the in Drive
I'm out the garage, and thanking God I'm alive
I've been through so much shit, been trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't going
These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi on me
I left the jail in Givenchies, should have posted that homie
I'm in the A with Rich Homie, I'm in the A 2 Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Rich
Now tell them niggas line up, I them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, clear I don't give a fuck
In my closet I eat you up, my ill, no duh
My whip game insane uh Testarossa's
niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to it
Like when KG went to
Or when Melo went to the
And he brought JR Smith and both started ballin'
Big bro went serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans
Uh, let me a break,
Let me my breath
Rolling with the Birdman
It's YM over everything, nigga, I need nothing else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm in
I fucked home girl and her friend
You don't wanna miss out on blessing
Got the dick and I use it as a weapon I just

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
 
Check (shoot'er) Sometimes I think I'm Michael
Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might just my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with
Got the same buzz as with an album off of features
See I'm it again
Got a tool in the timbs, now the gotta bend
No in the gym but I gotta bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but they really Jim
point it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching
Got a best friend and the best friend got a
fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win
The room's 'cause I'm faded
Watch how you run up on these businessmen, gang related
I said I like the way she dance, she the way I made it
Fuck me without paying a rent, if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you
Money always been the main
Homie told me women always been the distraction
And I'm too focused, I just hate to get
I'm busy making millions, she just laughing so you know I had to

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Wanting manners I don't even want a mask on
War paint like a baboon and my got a red ass on
Young Money Cash to the dirt of me
So for I'mma get my blast on
To the face of a fuck trying to fuck with us
Think can make it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I on,
Play brave and get back them AK's
Crack arms with a straight
calm and I fain gaze
And attack on a straight razor in that palm
Any want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and with it
I got a showing and popping, picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and
Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's,
You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor
Looking the off, looking like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the off
hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
Say a remarkable pay
grandpa at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, the grippers, I may
killing unbook, come the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, plot him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the
You ain't got the in the kitchen popping the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, you you gotta bang

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,

Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,
Shoot'er,