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DTP we got guns 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 white shirts y'all look like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like going through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for 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 you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And oozy 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, take him, 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 me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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

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

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the 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 I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

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

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

They got no
They got no
They got no
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