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Murder one, another one, homicides, mamas crying Telling me to stay focused, how the fuck I got people dying? Where I'm from, they kill for fun, everybody slanging iron Ain’t tripping on none of you fuck niggas, I'ma catch y'all gnats in due time I ain’t tripping on none of you niggas, you could get gunned down broad day Running wild with that K, hit blaow, blow his face Trade bullets, stay out my way, or I'm pulling up where you stay And the first motherfucker walk out that bitch getting put in an early grave Draco, Draco, I'm letting it rip All that talking, shot him in the lip You better not slip, all the pistols got grip Extra shots, extended the clip All of this guap, I could fuck on your bitch Sloppy top, she eating the dick When I'm done having fun, you can get that bitch Came up from the slums, I can't chase no chick I done went crazy with all of this money Paying my nigga to pop at you dummies Stalking my opps, creep down his block Boy get spot, that shit get bloody I went and got everything that I wanted [?] ain't shit get friendly Had to get up and go, go get it Don't bang me if it ain't ’bout digits Please no, bitch, don’t bang my line Letras de cancionesLove on that field, you wasting time Can't trust you, I only trust my iron ’Cause it cut through a fuck nigga every time I got it with me every day Fuck the cops, put 'em on a chase I'm doing the race, I'm doing the dash Foot on the gas, I hope I don’t crash Murder one, another one, homicides, mamas crying Telling me to stay focused, how the fuck I got people dying? Where I'm from, they kill for fun, everybody slanging iron Ain't tripping on none of you fuck niggas, I'ma catch y'all gnats in due time I ain't tripping on none of you niggas, you could get gunned down broad day Running wild with that K, hit blaow, blow his face Trade bullets, stay out my way, or I'm pulling up where you stay And the first motherfucker walk out that bitch getting put in an early grave From Letras Mania