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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
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 plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm text 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 homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip text be quick
20 thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action
Reload with the clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My pistol grip sound like

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

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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