| The buj got chips in it |
| Glock got a chip in it |
| Full clip, give him every grain, not a little bit |
| I'm with the dawgs eatin' dinner |
| Govin' up the sig, tell my dawg take the spinner - fair |
| Catch one, put it in the air, can't say a word |
| Lying and he ain't had them fly and he can't lay a verse |
| Gave my young boy the mash, tell him hush |
| Didn't reach there, and still every ting got fucked |
| That's a boss move |
| Turn the fire up, see the pop move |
| Stir it, turn it |
| Top shotta, buy him flu and them birds flip |
| Two trays, me and bro had to merge them |
| Double C, hold the double four, that's a bad girl |
| 19, don't need a switch still a mess |
| Block life, drive the 47 out the steps |
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| Can't get the glizzy, got to grab the four long |
| Shotgun tall, got to chop the nose off |
| When it's all down, we just call it sawn off |
| For them, what they talk of? |
| Cuh they know our |
| Guns be dirty, Gyal be flirty, Clap it perfect, |
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| I ain't perfect |
| Make sure it's working before I'm lurking |
| Show no mercy, you're |
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| close the curtains |
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| Get the dinner pot, draw the blind quick |
| Show you how to double up the coke |
| Click it twice now the 9 bands trouble in his coat |
| Raffle with a scope while my killy come and get you up close, with a hunt knife |
| Got a man at home but the hoe and wanna give it to me one time |
| Lookin' suttin' nice but there's no chance |
| Big dance, straps see my stance and I don't dance |
| Finger in the air |
| Slap you in your melon made the thingy disappear |
| Forty cal rare |
| I can't shot it like the rum and you're mad |
| And if it ain't on person, there's one up in the bag |
| Or two actually, it's only facts from me |
| My shooters clap for me, my shoes match my tee |
| My gun match my stance, my ways match my heart |
| My chain bright, then bright, and when it's dark, its dark |
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| Can't get the glizzy, got to grab the four long |
| Shotgun tall, got to chop the nose off |
| When it's all down, we just call it sawn off |
| For them, what they talk of? |
| Cus they know our |
| Guns be dirty, Gyal be flirty, Clap it perfect, |
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| I ain't perfect |
| Make sure it's working before I'm lurking |
| Show no mercy, you're |
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| close the curtains |
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| Hello, Mr Chin |
| There are some men at the front here |
| He'll be with you, he's coming, okay? |
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