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DTP we got them guns 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
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the 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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

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

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

Now what, who want day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all cowards tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

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

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

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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