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DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up 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 niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat 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 world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And them bitches up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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

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

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

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's 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 bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
They got no
They got no
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