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Drum Dummie Aye, aye, alright Aye, watch that lil' boy over there Aye, there go ghost Damn, hold up Oh yeah, yeah, what up? All black up in this truck, we got 400 shots A lot of smoke up in the air, bitch, we create the opps I caught him slippin' with that ho, I don't know what he thought I lie his body on the scene, I made him draw that chalk In the backseat, you gon' have to shoot shit to get the gump out the house Pistol on my head questioning me, but I don't know what it's about Bitch, don't ask me about them niggas, I don't fuck with them boys That nigga snitchin' can't hear him Crazy K call a lawyer I'm steady rollin' off the shit I take advantage though Fuck this society droppin' bodies, I'm a menace ho We milly rockin' in this bitch, well, we get plenty pole They just now found that nigga body, he died a month ago They done look me in my eyes and it's a devil inside Bitch, I'm corona, only reason why they don't come outside I'm screaming, "Fuck that hoe," bitch, you the reason this happened Your mama cryin' bout something, I'm the reason she happy I'm tryna eliminate these hoes so I can roll in peace I'm tryna hide from the camera, they steady noticed me I put that pistol on his face, he dropped down to his knees Letras de cancionesJust seen the look up in his eyes when he realized it was me They killed my brother, I'm at his funeral I'm screamin', "Fuck the peace" I'm out my body, bitch, I'm cranky, I ain't get no proper sleep This freaky bitch, she callin' my phone, she think a nigga sweet Like I ain't see her with the opps just the other week Oh bitch you tweakin' with them niggas, you gon' die with them boys He actin' gangsta in front of you, that's bout them other lil' boys He get the chances to see 18, that nigga died a lil' boy Them choppa rangin' on the block, ATK bring that noise They ain't got shit, they said they car was a Ford Explorer No, they can't solve the murder case, I guess it was what it was All that shit them niggas talkin' like them niggas been slide Them niggas ain't drop no bodies, nigga, stop playin' Like we ain't get that game, fuck nigga All that shit all that shit talkin' like you like that, fuck nigga I been slangin' that iron since I was- yeah, okay You gon' make me mad again, fuck that I'm about to go back in, choppa that be spittin' till it broke his skin Runnin' up on my killer then he drive-by, I guess he lost wind Sacrafice my soul, man, they screamin' that I killed my friend Fucks would I do that when we had just hit for them Benjamins? Roll down on myself, seem like that I can't ever win Fuck that dead nigga, put his soul up to an end From Letras Mania