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Another day, another body dropping If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody A fragile body can't survive a shotty Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas But I'll still a never run from a nigga Catch a nigga hollows flying for them niggas 50 hit every last one of niggas Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga But you still can get killed by my younger niggas My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick And they'll take every last thing from a nigga I got hitters with me rolling off a flat Now it's hitters in me, riding wih this 30 I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi Lil' bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60 We ain't going in till them bitches empty Mally tryna make his Glock go empty Riding on them oppers but they block so empty Kobe make me wanna catch a body Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness My niggas riding with it, they on business Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness My hitters know they don't condone the snitching Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness Looking for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissing Letras de cancionesSee him in the field, up the nickel Niggas act like they pretending Bitch, I'm in the field with the steel Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgetting Lil' bro keep a Glock with 30 shots for any block With red beams to help them pay attention Another day, another dollar for me Wake up and get to the money Money on me so that tool is on me If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em AKs with them hundreds in 'em Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em On bop I do the money dance Pack louder than an ambulance I be going dumb with my big head friends Them new hun duns make me feeling friends I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans Gotta get this green by any means Cop killers in the magazines From the block to the magazines I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean Make her best friend lick her belly ring My life like a Belly scene Catch me flexing in that Pelle thing Bitches want me like a wedding ring No answer, I just let it ring No time to talk, baby TML And on set up no voicemail M.O.B. till I D I E With a beam on that heat, I could shoot a bee Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, "see" I told you dumbass not to fuck with me No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave She just sucking dick, and she ugly I'm sick of getting bands I got counting flu Killers a hit up a carnival Get shot hella times like it's lots of you We DOA, they can't doctor you From Letras Mania