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(feat. Poppy) [talking] These niggas funny bunny man, funny ass niggas With all these, funny ass hugs, funny ass handshakes All this, hey what's up ah nigga, I ain't your motherfucking friend nigga I know you wanna see me all feet broke, looking bad nigga Or dead in these streets, but you know what nigga It's fuck me, naw nigga it's fuck you nigga I don't like nan one of you cocksuckers nigga This year it's all about me bitch, I'm one deep nigga A bunch of money, a bunch of hoes, a bunch of guns nigga Getting ready for you cowards nigga, I knew the day was coming nigga I knew one day it was all gon boil down to this nigga So, I've just been getting my shit right, waiting for you punks [Lil' O] I got a call from my dog [Poppy] Oh, word on the street These niggas plotting on you baby, want you murdered this week Man I was up at Cornbread's, when I heard from a freak Jackers gon try to wet you, from your shirt to your feet [Lil' O] Letras de cancionesI burst out my sleep, hopped up adrenaline pumping Like a dick in a bitch, man I knew they'd be coming Wanting my bricks, want dough, wanting my onions And the way my wife look, they'd probably want my woman What left to do, but mob up and get your crew I got dressed, and I hopped in a Lexus Coupe I called Poppy on the phone (oh, what next to do) Meet me at the Texaco, don't forget the tools I got my hard hat on, we bout to put in some work These niggas bout to get put in the dirt I'm like a AIDS needle, nigga in your jugular, I put in the hurt You niggas bout to get put in the church, motherfuckers [Chorus x2] Cause niggas wanna get me for my life, but I'm ready Jackers wanna get me for my ice and my feddy You must think I'm soft in the streets, I'm deadly 4-5 steady, nigga I'm ready [Poppy] Man I'm coming with the L the same, touch open it's hell to pay I got something for those, who wanna take our wealth away Niggas I'm through talking, there ain't got nothing else to say I won't stop spitting, till your physical health decay Until you dead from the belt down, plotting to jack And trying to catch my nigga slipping, and put glocks to his back Snatch his clothes, his jewels and them knots that he stack And leave him naked, face down with shots in his stocking cap But it ain't popping like that, we leave jackers brain dead We ready for y'all, don't make me put a flame through your head My niggas open, mine only know to make your brain lead Till everybody call you Kool-Aid, cause your shirt stain red Y'all better move around, black or stay back I know cats that spray gats, ready to make you faggots lay back I got something for you cowards, trying to take our chips I'll have you needing body work, that Maco can't fix [Chorus x2] [Lil' O] We got a tip they at the butt naked How ironic, cause we gon leave em butt naked With some bullets in they skulls, and they but taken Cause my niggas into torturing and butt raping, we ain't right Pulled up at the club, it's a murder at late night Caught em coming out with they partnas, to take flight And even though I know it ain't right, to take life I got my chopper ready to cut em, like steak knifes Hopped out saying, playboy you looking for me Half a second, that's how long it took him to peep One second, that's how long it took him to flee One and a half, how long it took me to squeeze Say goodbye, why do jacking niggas always think that they fly Think they bulletproof, think they can't die Had to show him, fuck with O you'll get done in the blink of a eye Now you dead bitch, think I'ma cry, cocksuckers [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania