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MTM, hit 'em with the heat Big choppa, whole pound, this a gas pack Full clip (Trap, trap), ten shots, push your cap back Fast whip, see the kitty? Now that's scat pack Who this? (Who?) That's an opp, don't let him in Big choppa, whole pound, this a gas pack Full clip (Trap, trap), ten shots, push your cap back Fast whip, see the kitty? Now that's scat pack Who this? (Who?) That's an opp, don't let him in My choppa feelin' gay, he wanna feel you out My AR got some asthma, 'boutta air your house I just sold five packs for ten, but I re-rocked his loud I got big dog status, let the hounds out Heard you hang with opps, I keep the yappa close I done run through all your bitches, not like dominoes My migo plug illegal, ayo, vamonos There's a snake in the room, I'm like, "Where'd he go?" Thirty in the pistol, that's a quick mag Read a bitch out, no polygraph My shooter shootin' movies, no photograph And we never goin' broke, we runnin' bags Hit his block and spin it, now he outside Opps keep lookin' for me, leave 'em cockeyed Bitch, I'm in the cut like peroxide Letras de cancionesI got a hundred bands on me, baby, all times Big choppa, whole pound, this a gas pack Full clip (Trap, trap), ten shots, push your cap back Fast whip, see the kitty? Now that's scat pack Who this? (Who?) That's an opp, don't let him in Big choppa, whole pound, this a gas pack Full clip (Trap, trap), ten shots, push your cap back Fast whip, see the kitty? Now that's scat pack Who this? (Who?) That's an opp, don't let him in Bend her over, hit the kitty and her ass fat (Okay, I did) Moonwalkin' off the Wock' and the gas pack (Alright, he was) Two straps, Max Payne, where my goons at? (Oh, where they at?) In the bushes, all you heard was a clapback (They clapped back) Crack sacks, make a killin' off the pavement (Haha, ha) If you runnin' up too quick, I got somethin' in the chamber (Oh no, no) That's an armor-piercing hollow, leave him wetter than a sailor (Pop-pop, pop) I just dropped another opp, hasta luego, see you later (Pop out, sip) Shorty grindin' on my dick, didn't know she was a skater (She grind) Used to smoke a lot of black, turned me into Darth Vader Smokin' on the Skywalker, gettin' money like The Maker Side bitch Princess Leia, said she wanna suck my 'saber, uh (Okay) One choppa, two dicks, who sprayin'? (Haha, ha) Who sayin'? Turn this bitch to Ukraine and (Haha, ha) Now you layin' on the ground, on the pavement (Oh no, no) Now you layin' on the ground with no face, uh (Pop out, sip) One missile, four clips, got the tits draggin' Big trappin', Dave Blaine, this is wrist-mackin' Big scam, play with me, you gettin' M's started Big portions, all these plates is gettin' imported Sea-level how I'm risin' water when I shoot the shit Jugged your uncle on some mids, on my phone like, "Who is this?" Big poker 'cause I couldn't bring the chopper in Stomp you in these Bape shoes just so I can break 'em in Risk-taker, play-maker, bad bitch breaker Funny how this 12-gauge shotty be a peacemaker Drank sipper, so don't cap about a seal, bitch Say he got a 'script, but it's green, so I stealed it Reel 'em in, like a test, we gon' fill 'em in I could make you disappear for a couple Benjamins Black ball, this what happens when you act hard I look like a model servin' junkies in my backyard Big choppa, whole pound, this a gas pack Full clip (Trap, trap), ten shots, push your cap back Fast whip, see the kitty? Now that's scat pack Who this? (Who?) That's an opp, don't let him in Big choppa, whole pound, this a gas pack Full clip (Trap, trap), ten shots, push your cap back Fast whip, see the kitty? Now that's scat pack Who this? (Who?) That's an opp, don't let him in From Letras Mania