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Yeah, nigga, this shit ain't hard, nigga Gang shit ain't hard, y'all niggas be bitin' my style, though I'ma switch it up on y'all fuck niggas, show y'all somethin' (Xair, let me get that motherfucker) No yap Mm, yeah, hmm, hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah Hmm, yeah, huh, fuck nigga, yeah, brrt Hmm Hmm, hmm, yeah Big-ass Draco on my lap, hope you don't lack, know we the PAP pursuers Think he can make it out the city, if he lack, then do it Really was tweakin', I wasn't learnin', had a gat in school Huh, and they like puttin' my name in shit, I told 'em Raq didn't do it Really don't care about nothin' else as long as my package movin' I'm not lackin', try to run up and told him, "Back back, you stupid?" Huh, nigga's a bitch, he not no robber, he get jacked in school Hmm, beat his ass, gеt stomped on the mat for speakin' on Raq, you fool Ayy, your partnеr ain't come today, but we gon' pack him soon Huh, your brother a freshman, he too young, lil' bro'll pack him too Put a hit out for the quarterback, them chasin' a sack, lil' dude Plottin' on you all day, so when we up, just give me that pack, lil' dude All these rap niggas bite my style, nigga, give me that back, lil' dude See an opp at the function, can't pull off, his shit on flat, lil' dude Ooh, just be cool, don't be rude, don't be worried 'bout what I do Go ask your nigga, we put belt to him and he know what I do Play with this shit, lost all your members, what do I have to prove? Letras de cancionesBig bro tweakin', got better things to do than sit on the block with you Take it out on everything, can't find your bro, we sendin' shots at you We takin' him down, he ask for the time like we finna throw a clock at you Ain't nobody perfect, they be quick to point out a man's flaw Crazy, your killer can be that nigga from the sandbox Some of these niggas just mad I fucked they bitch, they ain't no damn opps I'm with the same squad Huh, we got Roxy, Perky 10s, and the Xan bar Don't forget RB the drank man, purple in, boy Yeah, yeah, and, nigga, I'm smart, I'm a real-deal killer We don't be doin' no hits out of rentals See your car, flip 'em, where is my pistol? Try to jump my ho, that bitch gettin' beat up, she like, "Where is my sister?" My bitch got hands, huh You thought I was gon' fight, your nigga got hit with Dirty Dan, huh Love the sound of shooting, it's like music to a band Every nigga up that fire and do not use it, chop his hand Yeah, nigga, chop they fuckin' hand off, nigga, you don't shoot shit, bitch Yeah, we catchin' murders, nigga, we tryna catch a kill Knock your bitch ass down, nigga, we gon' shoot you From Letras Mania