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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't 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 hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you saying if intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they 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 in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

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

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
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 niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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