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[Intro] Jonny Carvaggio Luciano Trigger diablo Brrt, baow Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt Brrt, brrt, baow, brrt Brrt, baow, baow Brrt, baow Brrt, brrt, baow, baow, baow [Verse] Watch your nose, we gon' wipe it And them shooters, yeah, they wipin' Fill him up, he ain't on it He ain't on it, he ain't, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Shooters they with me, they really comin' These niggas, they ain't really on nothin' Glock-23, it got some titties They work at Hooters, you know who with me Free smoke for anybody, lil' nigga Gang and them, them niggas ain't picky Bands in my pocket, my fingers, they itchin' Don't get your ass caught lackin' up in them trenches Young niggas, they came up from nothin' Work with a stick, man, the young nigga buggin' We don't give a fuck who you is, it's nothin' Double Back Gang, all these niggas I don't trust in Shots went off, oh shit, they bustin' Might leave my four but I won't leave the chopper Real gang shit, nigga, we the real mafia Click, clack, uh, right over the top of ya Uh, uh, I put the Glock on ya Don't stop if you ain't really gon' shop Told the bitch don't stop when she give top Big F&N's we gon' chop up your block I post on the uh, one stop shop Who is these lil' niggas, man? I might be they pops Grrah, spray with the Glock Graow, graow, spray with the Glock, uh Shots at his tummy Every day, it ain't gon' be sunny Young niggas, they on block, they comin' Wipe your nose like it was runny We don't play, we don't be funny Hit his ass, nigga, we gunnin' We don't play around with them hundreds 1050, nigga, that's a hundred Yeah, he not tryna get into nothin' Check his temperature, fuck, he sick or somethin'? Chopstick hit him, leave his body in the ditch or somethin' Big ass stick, nigga, pick one, get one Y'all gon' see, nigga, get one, hit one Come in the spot, we got sticks in the living room Run through the North with a stick, nigga unfroze Drop out your body, you know that you went gold Shoot up your block if you know that you gon' tell You know that you told Don't call my phone, nigga, you ain't tryna cop nothin', nigga You late, know that it's sold I get it and bag it in O's I'm elite, nigga, I only go bowl with the pros Doin' magic that come with the zoes Kidnap your baby mother and we cut off her toes Ayy, uh, woah Nigga, you play with us, uh, you gotta go Ayy, uh, woah We got them sticks, uh, smoke 'em like dro Wait, oh We got them sticks, uh, nobody knows Uh, woah We got them sticks, ho, everybody know (Trapnanana) We got the, huh, we got the pole, huh, we gon' let blow (Trapnanana) Hop out the cut with a scooter, we...
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