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DTP we got guns that go

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

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat 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 me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my
And throwing bitches up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like 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 pictures, if you snap I'ma click
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, watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
Come on and this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol sound like this

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

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for 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 niggaz and I ain't talking fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your crack, got the gat back like

clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest 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 are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always about
Some me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

They got no
They got no
They got no
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