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(Zaytoven)Woah300 Blackout pistol, nigga long (bitch)Tryna touch a B, I'm on a generation run (21)Cutthroat a nigga, used to take shit for fun (facts)My mama always knew she had a badass son (yeah)I'm the type to hit a bitch and won't give her a crown (21)Pass her ass the blunt (bitch)Tell her hit the Don (bitch)Draw down, take your bricksThen walk off laughin' with my gun (pussy)Put 'em 'cross my lapAnd spank the opps like they my sons (21)Quarter-brick of work, hit the gas, they try to search (go)Four-four-two the hertz, half a ticket for a verse (woah)The diamonds extra large (21)It make the bitches flirt (it do)You ever try the squadWe have you front row at a church (pussy)Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, woo (21, 21)Tear the pockets off a jeans (bitch)And your steppers ain't gon' say a thingHa, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, wooI draw down on nigga just for fun (pussy)He won't shoot it, so we took his gunBrand new MAK-90 with the scope on it (with the scope on it)Fuck what he claim, we'll smoke homie (smack his ass)Took him off, he tried to put the folks on me (police ass)Nigga, I can't put my trust in no woman (never ever)Hollows burn your skin, now it's sores on it (bitch)If I gotta move, I put the bros on it (bitch)Them sixties be too country, put some fours on it (21)The spot jumpin' like it ain't no doors on it (21, 21)Glock 40'll leave your with a suntan (pussy)My brother love finnessing, he a con man (pussy)Shh love killin', he a gun man (21)Watch him shoot the M16, nigga, with one hand (21, 21)When I go to the beach, I don't bring sand (at all)Stick put you asleep like you pop Xans (pussy)You sittin' around broke, nigga, make a plan (21)How the fuck is you a rapper?You don't got one fan (the fuck?)Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, woo (21, 21)Tear the pockets off a nigga jeans (bitch)And your steppers ain't gon' say a thingHa, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Woah, woah, wooI draw down on nigga just for fun (pussy)He won't shoot it, so we took his gunOne time I hit a lick, and I didn't know how to actI start laughing when they asked me to bring the money backOne time I hit a lick, and I didn't know how to actI start laughing when they asked meTo bring the money back, ha
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