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You know everything a nigga say be facts man like I hope they don't play this shit in court one day If you look up some of the stories in my city You will see the relation between the music Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy kids Fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit Any means, I'm gon' eat Slide with the tank on full (Yeah) Leave with the Glock on E I got a K, it hold 100 But I got lazy, only put 90 Money make your whole team vanish That's a paper trick, Origami I be dolo, don't need a posse If you got the wave, I got the tsunami Chain hit like Ike Turner (What else?) But I don't beat bitches, I beat bodies I just bought some chain reactions just to stomp a nigga in Versace Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy You lookin' for me, pussy come find me And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' take it off politely So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly Raised around killers, that's how I'm cut Letras de cancionesFound out where he stay, don't shoot the house up Lay in they bushes 'til your legs lock up Whoever walk outside first, drop some Lift that chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts) That was his momma, so what? (Fuck it) Nigga that's your fault, we wanted your blood And your bitch take dick like a grownup I'm a product of them streets (Yeah) Sharks and hustlers, I'm from the D (Yeah) Bring a nigga to the feast (Yeah), we not stingy, homie eat He get greedy, put him to sleep They gotta identify him by his teeth We gon' kill you if you freeze When your job was to squeeze, nigga I got an Uzi and sound like, boom! (Ooh) I got a Draco and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh) Knock your shit open, the bullets explosive Fall and you getting stood-over (Come here) Can't run out of bullets in a shootout Taking my time counting as I'm blowin' Yeah, drumsticks, guitar-sized AR's, we a little band Rapper diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man You see your DJ brain come through his head You'll turn religious, man Having my way, him see us up at the range, that's practice, okay? Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay Granny don't even know the savage she raised, nigga (Savage she raised, nigga) Ayy, 200k get you took off the planet today, nigga (Holy water) Ayy, nigga hoes, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em) Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch) Fuck who rockin' with him Catch his bitch at the mall while she shoe shopping, nigga Don't let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that's how I'm coming (That's how I'm coming) You not faster than no bullets, why is you running? (Fuck is you runnin'?) I be talking to my Glock like, "You be buggin'" (Bitch you be trippin') I put Forgi's on my drop, them bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt) They like, "Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thuggin'"? (Why am I thuggin'?) Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustlin' (Why was he hustlin'?) What y'all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffin' (Fake ass niggas) Took my FN off my hip like, "You've been summoned" (Bop!) From Letras Mania