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My mind so fucked up I been really on some evil shit Catch that nigga make sure you stretch him (Get that on me like that dead guy) Make sure that you split him Make that you- yeah I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die Zip that pussy li' bitch up and send that nigga hidin' We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine Don't do no tweetin, they walk down and they step wit' them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leavе his momma wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the rеaper I'm like yeah yeah, I'ma catch 'em split that li' bitch brain Bitch my heart be full of pain Catch 'em in that Plaque that's a fasho stain When we catch that bitch he gon' lose his rank I was fifteen runnin' from the law wit my gang Stupid li' boy died for that fame, groupie li' bitch she just want a name Pull up wit' them hittas, send that lil bitch to the reaper They know I like blood, so when I see it bitch I'm turnin' evil Fucked up from rollin' up your damn partner, he got hit wit' that nina Ain't no helicopters bitch, this choppa flyin' through your people Letras de cancionesHaha, bitch you gon' fuck wit sum'? You know what's happenin' wit' me Pussy ass nigga, I'm tryna fuck wit sum' I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die Zip that pussy li' bitch up and send that nigga hidin' We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine Don't do no tweetin, they walk down and they step wit' them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper I, said fuck the other side, he hung wit' 'em and he died Caught 'em slippin', bust two up, but all them bitches shoulda died Murder business, stand on everything I said, I ain't gon' lie I hit Geronimo wit' Junior , he out that window slangin' fire Nigga shot me, since I shook back all I know is murder now For some reason I want all them niggas dead, I don't know why Ten and Ques up in the stolo, all they want to do is slide They tryna see who get the most bodies before they go inside Who ain't ridin' you a lie, that's my youngin', yea PY Play wit' that and it's black ties, and we gon' make some mommas cry I'm tryna see who next to buy, while I sit back and I get high Haha, dig 'em up I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die Zip that pussy li' bitch up and send that nigga hidin' We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine Don't do no tweetin, they walk down and they step wit' them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper Pull up with them heaters Send that lil bitch to the reaper They know I like blood so when I see you, bitch I'm turning evil Fucked up from rolling up yo damn partner He got hit with that nina Ain't no helicopter Bitch the chopper sliding through yo people From Letras Mania