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[Chorus:] This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My nigga keep them tools make em blow some OTF they ride for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch we on some Ride on an opp and then smoke them Yea we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I don't know them [Verse 1:] GBE bitch we hot bitch we smokin I'm chokin, what I'm smoking potent I'm leaning, rolling and I'm totin' You know where it's O and the no end 300 bitch don't make me bring them killers out Real shit, free all my hitters out Don't make me bring them killers out Youse a dead man that ain't even written so Tec chop like lawn mowers Feds listening, shit, short convo Hit a nigga with a combo What I'm a fight for? My choppers drum roll Letras de canciones [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Throwing L's up, Glocks up Don't start us, can't stop us Everywhere they spot us Chopper light, kill a cop though Word around this nigga Stevie I don't a fuck with contacts, see me I love getting tree-tree Smoke kush get head by Kiki I need that, I'm up now A problem, we up now My gun screaming "what? " now You want that tough shit? Our guns act tough now [Chorus] From Letras Mania