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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better ya man that with the gages I'm nice
shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all guns like they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, hit a nigga disrespect this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who want they day
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes make-up bra
We'll shoot you up toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are always talking
Some me, squeeze me
And for fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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