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See that nigga right there? He slippin’ What we gon’ do? What you mean what we gon’ do? 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They fuckin’ your bitch, man that lil bitch is done She snuck out the house and then cut on the alarm But that is irrelevant, where is the gas bag, I keep smellin’ it He stuttering, playin’ them games, he ain’t tellin’ it Quavo hit him with the butt of the chopper The pussy nigga start to yellin’ it Put the Ruger to his medulla He acting so foolish so now he leak fluids Didn’t really want to do it He a hot boy so I cool him with coolants When you robbing got to know the maneuvers Hit the club if you want to, if you stupid Catch a slug to your head, now you a [?] Now you got knocked out because of a cutie I turn to a massacre, wrap you up Bag it up, trap it up, then I fly out to El Salvador I’ma eat ‘em up like I’m a carnivore He gon’ eat the bullets like an Almond Joy Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my niggas to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My niggas press you, make you ante up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my niggas to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My niggas press you, make you ante up Know Offset, we having AK47’s We having F&N’s We having Glock 40’s I think we just got the Draco That bitch got ‘bout a hundred round clip on it You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? From Letras Mania