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DTP we got them guns 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 show all you
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared 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 world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch 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 clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip like this

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

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

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

They got no
They got no
got no nerve
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