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(You know everything a nigga say be facts man, like) (I hope they don't play this shit in court one day) (If you look up some of the stories in my city) (You will see the relation between the music) Everybody with me clumsy We all be droppin' shit Droppin' niggas, droppin' icicles, fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit Any means, I'm gon' eat Slide with the tank on full Leave with the Glock on E I got a K, it hold a hunnid But I got lazy, only put 90 Money make your whole team vanish That's a paper trick, Origami I be dolo, don't need a posse If you got the wave, I got the tsunami Chain hit like Ike Turner But I don't beat bitches, I beat bodies I just buss' the Chain Reactions just to stump a nigga in Versace Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy You lookin' for me, pussy? Come find me And I'm not gon' snatch your chain I'm gon' take it off politely Letras de cancionesSo when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly Raised 'round killers, that's how I'm cut Find out where he stay, I don't shoot the house up Lay in that bush till you lames lock up Whoever walk outside first drop somethin' Lift that chopper, go nuts That was his momma? So what? Nigga that's your fault, we wanted your blood And your bitch take dick like a grown up I'm a product of them streets Sharks and hustlers, I'm from the deep Bring a nigga to the feast We not stingy, homey, eat He get greedy, put him to sleep They gotta identify him by his teeth We gon' kill you if you freeze when your job was to squeeze, n***a (I'm here slangin' on display) I got a Uzi and it sound like (Boom) I got a Draco and it sound like (Boom) Sheesh Knock your shit open, the bullets explosive Fall and you get stood over Can't run outta bullets in a shoot out Takin' my time, countin' as I'm blowin' Yeah, drumsticks Guitar-sized AR's, we a little band Rapper dissed me, I made every show like I'm his biggest fan Hollows in that Sprinter van gon' leave somebody crippled, man You see your DJ's brain come through his head, you will turn religious, man Havin' my way I'ma see what's up at the range, let's practice okay? (Let's practice okay?) Dead bodies in the hood, pour acids on it for rapid decay Granny don't even know the savage she raised, nigga (Savage she raised nigga) 200K get you took off the planet today nigga (On my mother) Ay, niggas hoes, I don't feel 'em Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys deal him Fuck who rockin' with him Catch his bitch at the mall and she shoe-shoppin' nigga Don't let 'em die, just shoot out the windows That's how I'm comin' (That's how I'm comin') You not faster than no bullets, why is you runnin'? (Fuck is you runnin'?) I be talkin' to my Glock like you be buggin' (Bitch you be trippin') I put four G's on my drop, them bitches revvin' (Skrrt, skrrt) They like, "Grizzley bro, you rich, why is you thuggin'?" (Why am I thuggin'?) Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody ask him why was he hustlin' (Why is he hustlin'?) What y'all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffin' (Fake ass niggas) Took my FN off my hip like, "You've been summoned" (Bop!) From Letras Mania