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(Pipe that shit up, TnT)(Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy)Still a robber from the paul bearer, from the burnerStill right out from the burnerDumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on meI say stomp him, then that'swhen they stepping on your homieI say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bangPushing next to them, rip downdraw down on you, what you saying?This no facade, we up the rodwe known to send shit up to GodYou say it's war, I do your asseslike I done them fucking boysHold on say, why they tryna play like Top ain't rawBeen up inside beef for some yearsbut still ain't dead yet in this foreign carPTR on me, looking like this bitch a sewing sawSon say in my passenger seat just like a pornstarMurder gang, two handles on that. 223 like devil hornsCall the police, don't callthe reverend for him (fuck that boy)Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeahCaught that nigga fumbling then they did him badGang baby had to fight in jail in different parishCheck off shit with PayPals with certain assassinsHis family know we stepped on himI wish I could spit in his casketFuck him, I been thuggingand bet nan one of you bitches still gon' touch this shitThis shit ain't pretty since I came in, it been uglyI whip out my blickytell my bitch just for to kiss it if she love meDumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on meI say stomp him, then that'swhen they stepping on your homieI say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bangPushing next to them, rip downdraw down on you, what you saying?Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on meI say stomp him, then that'swhen they stepping on your homieI say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bangPushing next to them, rip downdraw down on you, what you saying?Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchetWait outside his home and put shit up the fastestAnd just in case this shit get hectic, the FN tacticYou know them hollows coming through shit soon as I blast itI say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad homeMake sure that I got Gravedigger engraved in my tombstoneThem pistols beating up off a beatsince he wanna make a songTell him I'm that same niggawith holes in my shoes walkin' aroundFuck it, we gon' knock him downGreen dot, millionaire up in the Cutlassand this bitch not T topJumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reeferI am not no rapper, I'm your fucking teacherBloody nigga walk in cocaine white tryna turn up the meterTalk your shit, you gon' lose your lifethe same day I meet youThis that real right shit can't keep coolsay 5 soon as I swung that heaterThis that hitchhike shitpaul bearers bring him out, drag him to the reaperDumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on meI say stomp him, then that'swhen they stepping on your homieI say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bangPushing next to them, rip downdraw down on you, what you saying?Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on meI say stomp him, then that'swhen they stepping on your homieI say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bangPushing next to them, rip downdraw down on you, what you saying?
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