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[Verse] They brought one stretcher, for four opps Well, we gon' send a lil letter, drop off 50 shots Gun hot, burnt fire These hoes givin' STD's, so why try? Bill Nye, the science guy I think I hear a nigga creepin', clutchin' on the slot Big fire, 40 thing You know I'm big stepping, I just joined a marching band I play the drums, two 50 rounds Every time I'm out in public niggas don't even come around My steppin' grounds, strapped like a dyke Glizzy came with a rubber on it (Come on) to fuck your life Like fuck your life, middle fingers up Only time I'm pullin' paints is when a nigga quack a duck You catch the tide, but catch the drift You niggas pushin' 30 got me beat by some years His momma stressin', cryin' tears Her baby done got caught up in the sweep and tucked his tail (Broomstick!) He talk salsa on the beat but soft as hell Them boys got a coffin as we speak but all is well I left Orlando in Orlando, I prevail Brought them sticks on the road to crack your shell Don't get no sleep, been up for weeks I promise when I hit it like a soldier I retreat Free Lil Skeet, heard the police It's another nigga tellin', I need paperwork to see They OPD, workin' with them boys How the hell these crackers keep finding guns like they toys? Oh I show poise, can't trick me off the streets Yeah that burner dirty, 30, this bitch hotter than you think She want some minks, I want the Brink's truck This shit'll get real explicit, talkin' 3D, bruh I love my niggas 'til the end but we ain't end nothing I'm 2-5-2 'til the world through, like bitch free 21 Murder gang but don't pay nothing, I'm hotter than the sun Call your shooter, no aim, close range, he ain't hit for nothing Say let's just get him gone, he lost and swear he won This shit here just begun, put this on my lil' son
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