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I'm the type of nigga 100 shots in the Glock You the type of nigga get smacked by a thot I'm getting all this cash, I remember selling crack Now I got the money, now I got the sack I can buy your building nigga, I can buy your sack Since I don't ride no Lexus, I pull up in a Lexus Shooting at you niggas and them bullets sound like Nexus I don't stop for niggas, I'm too busy passing Why they keep saying bang? I don't even know That's that old Sosa, Bang 3 a hoe I'll leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe Pull up so fast cause I'm illegal, hoe Smoking on this Tooka, blowing this shit like a fan Go head and unplug the system and I ain't done playing If you can't comprehend, this chopper make you understand Just like the Bezel Boys, stacks in rubber bands Stop that sneak dissing boy, your pussy ass a fan Treat you like a brick, and wrap you in Saran She say she wanna fuck, I can't, she let me know you can't Pull up in a van, leave a nigga canned That mean you can't see, bullets dunk on you, KD I give a bitch a fist, call me Doctor KC What's up in this, Otto? Is Jojo in KC? I mean KC in Jojo cause this bitch play crazy Getting all this money, got my heart in this shit That bitch is a thot, you put your heart in the bitch Letras de cancionesSoowoo rap, I put my car in this shit Crip rap bitch, got the cuz in this bitch Flowing kinda slow just because of this shit I'ma nasty ass nigga, wanna nut on a bitch Bitch I'm so contagious, I can't hug on a bitch Shoot your face like a table and put cups on your shit I got silencer, I'm not a damn lick I got dogs but I'm not a damn vet Get a hammer and a nail and come and hit you in your shit Should've got all platinum jewelry cause this shit looks piss Tell her to hop out while your bitch on my cock She say her man a fan, get that man off my car 'Fore I tear your ass up and hold you for some money I know he ain't got it, I was doing it for fun I'm smoking hella blunts and got court next month I'ma hit GNC, Detox, yes sir I'm just having fun cause I got it out the mud But I still squeeze the gun, nigga tryna run (?) the nigga, lay these bullets right on 'em Shooting shots for days, got the semi right on 'em Set the alarm in this bitch, hope the police coming I'ma Be gone when they get here, they don't own me nothing I gave your ass a pass when I saw you on your knees 20 year old lil sister, I'ma fuck the bitch for free Bang bang, your way, you'll be ducking shells for free When I wake up and go to sleep, the only time I'm on my knees Chopping up the tre, that really mean peace Getting placements with these shells, like a nigga shopping beats Sending out this Gucci time, like the nigga Swizz Beatz Smack the bitch cause she ain't call me So, this dumb hoe called me Keef She called 100 times but I didn't answer This bitch ain't shit but a freaky pink panther Cuz say this shit right here is gon' go crazy He talking out his neck, hit 'em in his Adam, no Stacy You pussy boy, go and play some little hopscotch I draw out this Glock on your block, haha The silencer go pew pew pew pew, ready to shot, grrah Hear the cops, the car go skrr skrr skrr skrr, won't get caught tonight Two thousand dollar plane ticket, gotta catch a flight Like I'm a 6 and you a 1, aye, send a nigga kite Rocking all my ice and I'm pouring up the pints Where I am I'll never be, bitch I'm throwing up the gates Bang From Letras Mania