LYRICS
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Two banana clips and they taped up (Straight up, straight up)Cut the stove on and let it cake up (Straight up, straight up)Hit it with the cold water 'til it lock up (21)Hot water make it lock a little faster (On God)I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'm prayin' to my dagger (Straight up)Started rappin' for the money, I'm a trapper (Straight up)Internet thug, he a gangsta on (21)Way too many diamonds, put my chains backwards (Yeah, yeah)Ain't game, I don'tAin't no disrespect, 4l, aightThat's all I knowWe don't play the radio, on my mommaThat's all I knowFuck a handgun send the heat with a chopstickBig bullets start then he got stumped in a moshpitGun ain't got no safety, one in the head, on cop shitYeah I make a lotta hits songs but I drop shit (21)Nigga put some money on my head, 'cause I take shitPut some ass shots on the Ar, it go ape shitAnd I'm 21 4l, ain't no fake shitI don't hang around no leg shooters, nigga we face shitSlid inside your bitch but I was mindin' my business (On God)She ain't had no titties, so I bought her some titties (Straight up)Grill fucked up, I took straight to the dentist (21)Say she want some food so we just skrrt to a Wendy's (On God)Many men want me dead, got me feelin' like 50 (21)You went and wrote a statement, so we call you a Mickey (On God)Keep a 4-5 Nicki, don't get hit with the blicky (Straight up)And if you want some smoke, we got that shit by the chimney (Straight up)Bitch, my youngin' got a body at just fifteen (Fifteen)Promethazine, bloody red, like it's (Codeine)I just ball up, paid for seven more lean (More lean)Don't touch my co 'cause I'ma flash, bitch you know meI be treatin' that dope like it's proteineWherever I'm at I'm just waitin' for the pop off (Yeah)I let some shots off (Baow, baow)Finna play, bitch I'm whippin' that Glock offWho the fuck taught y'all?Don't walk over 'cause lil' boy, we don't know y'all (True)Young nigga come from like a smoke town (Gang)And I still ride around with the four pound (Skrr)You sendin' shots and we sendin' them back, we go battle for battle for thatTry to run nigga shottin' your backWe gon' run up and get your shit crackedI'm just lookin' for a slime, (Slime)I get that ass, don't pay no cash and drop her off at SacksWhen it's time to go war I'm gon' go all out (All out)These bitch ass niggas tryna blow some smoke and straight blowed downJump in a crowd full of drank up, I don't follow (Follow)Let one chain come from out my neck, we shoot these dawgs down4k, Trey, NorthsideAin't nobody safe, bitch ass niggasWe put guns to the face (Who gon' die today?)I ain't really worried 'bout you niggasHow the fuck you niggas gon' beef with you? You ain't killed a manIf we take your shit, nigga, you can't get it backYou got two M's and you are rich, niggaYeah let's be exactTry to tax me and you get whipped, nigga, we don't go for thatTry to run up with my shit, nigga, leave your ass dead
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