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DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
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 J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our and inside your chest, just for thinking 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 should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, '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 up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you don't with, we got them guns 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 in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this
My grip sound like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, 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 shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist rocky like Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm
Peace to but my cannon go

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

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound 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 greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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