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[Verse--Ray] Yea you know what it is Come to your house And I come to your crib A-K 47 rippin' off some fuckin' hollow tips And when I bust you better duck Cause they coming live Little bitty bullet But I bet it takes 100 lives We stay on the grind Stackin' paper from 9 to 9 I'm looking for a dime So you nines don't need to waste my time I'm still packin' 9 Oh yea it be more than 9 Make you go blind But it'll have your body feelin' fine You musta lost your mind Thinking I ain't lost my mind I'm telling you bitch Fuck with me and I will break your spine I throwing bombs Shooting cannons Watch me lock and load Futuristic guns with a big ass futuristic scope And you already know Bullets headed for your dome 6 feet deep Momma cryin' at the funeral home Now watch me get it Gone get it you can get it son Party pack or purple pack We can't even get rid of 'em You make it rain My nigga I make it thunderstorm Float like a butterfly sting like a bee And man my niggas be ready to swarm Nigga I'm hot You niggas warm Better yet I'm ice cold When I pull the trigger You gone feel this shit up in your toes I spit that poison my niggas You better cover your nose I'm a beast I eat you niggas up And swallow you niggas whole With no digestine Now I'm rippin' out you niggas intestines Let me catch my breath Before the K take all your breath and Like ah ah I'm on fire I'm still making hits No steriods don't call me Mark McGuire Maybe Barry Bonds Like hits home runs I'm still going Don't come around me I'm like a river You might drown I'm still flowing And I don't need no chorus That shit's for you pussy niggas Like a first round draft pick Nigga stackin' six figures I got it made I'm gettin' paid on my off days Shoutout to my nigga Pace That nigga is my DJ Oh yea I'm rollin like some rims Sittin' on some wheels Me and Chop we Bash Brothers Throw it up for Dolla Bill We making mils So pussy niggas better guard your grills This ain't no video game Pussy nigga this shit be for real And if you say I can't rap You get slapped twice White tee with black holes They should call you niggas dice Cocaine be white like rice Nigga I'm hot like spice Watch me so cold like ice I'm in beast mode nothing nice I make you pay the price Oh yea the price is right Trillest nigga you'll ever meet I'm not the one you wanna fight And I'm like And I'm like Bitch don't play with me Load it up Cock it back And get all in they face with it Yea yea you better get your history right Cause I got some big guns When I shoot them they sound like dynamite And I'm on fire And I know you pussies hate it Throw it up for Terry boys And my nigga Andrew David Hah I'm done |