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Man what the fuck this nigga wantShit 4:30 in the morningCalling a nigga this fucking early this nigga him crazyPhone rang it’s my nigga G tryna get some vickBoss man what’s happening with ya niggaLet me clear the businessYo I got it but not this instanceYo boss them boys slipped itBefore y’all get in position we gon stalk him and we gonflip himWe ain’t talking if they come get us on the statementWhere’s my lawyerYou know Jason on the way when the cold in and murderNot talking man what’s importantAnybody can shootY’all go for all that shitBut now them boys be with BoosieWe stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi’sFuck with us boy you stupidWe clutch and we all go use itFuck with us y’all go lose itWe won street wars niggaSo ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boyswho act hardI sent an army of commandos and RambosLetras de cancionesNiggas who watch you all night through gazelles notbinocularsSmash and go eat tilapiaLaugh at you over dinnerFocus in eyes open there’s not laughing when we in thatrentalI got the real shooterThat’s in jail for itRing a nigga bell for itThey’ll never say noI got the real shooterThat’s in jail for itRing a nigga bell for itThey’ll never say noI got the real shooterLay by your house for youOr set the bitch off for youOr make some white chalk for me and don’t talk backI got the real shooterThat’s in jail for itRing a nigga bell for itThey’ll never say noI got the real shooterI know a man mythI know an old dogThese niggas love meThey call me they big dogIt don’t matter who you is niggaWe gon get the big dogCut the head off the body fall like when ivy diveRide or dieWait on that nigga since he on his fucking backGon saw that he quavers since he had a fucking problem5 to the face 6 to the bodyYou know you die of Rover Red still on my passenger sideniggaI got the real shooterThat’s in jail for itRing a nigga bell for itThey’ll never say noI got the real shooterThat’s in jail for itRing a nigga bell for itThey’ll never say noI got the real shooterLay by your house for youOr set the bitch off for youOr make some white chalk for me and don’t talk backI got the real shooterThat’s in jail for itRing a nigga bell for itThey’ll never say noI got the real shooterShoot em up bang bang (you better run from em)You better run from it (you better run)You better run from it (you better run)We got that bond moneyI got the real shooter(You better run from ‘em)(You better run from ‘em)We got that bond moneyI got the real shooterThey like their homework (they do their homework)They like their homework (they like their homework)They do their homework (they like their homework)I got the real shooterThey like their homework (they do their homework)They do their homework (they like their homework)They like their homeworkI got the real shooterWe known riding on the hunt with a rocket launchOn my lap there’s my strap my pocket monsterWe known riding on the hunt with a rocket launchOn my lap there’s my strap my pocket monsterRaise round some sick niggas with some sick wavesBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,bang, bang, bangRaise round some sick niggas with some sick wavesBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,bang, bang, bangI got the real shooter(Oh that body go stiffer, that body go stiffer) From Letras Mania