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[Chorus] Quit talking 'bout you and that shooting shit Me and my niggas pull up, ruin shit I'm addicted, dirty Fanta, screwing shit I be geeked up, ready to shoot a nigga Stop talking 'bout it, show them what you doing, nigga That shit that you thinking, I'm doing, nigga I'm strapped up with a brew of niggas Shoot a nigga, we like, "Who that nigga?" Don't come around if you ain't on fuck shit It's just some raw, I can't function Catch me clutching, nigga, I be nauseous Murder scene, leaving cautious Surround myself with nothing but bosses 30 round Draco, hawk them He didn't believe it till we chopped him I don't even hear what you talking [Verse 1] He didn't believe it, she didn't believe it Had to show them, you could see it I'm conceited, my bitch could see it Ain't no green when she see it 30 rounds, call that hawking Circle full of nothing but bosses Smoke a L, but no losses DrugRixh, how much do it cost you? You know that I pull up in Austin Big boogers, know they flawless Leave the scene, know it's caution I pour that mud, know it's potion When you come from the bottom, can't give it up The Rollie outdated but froze up Every nigga around me ready to shoot it up You a little nigga, you ain't dumb enough [Chorus] Quit talking 'bout you and that shooting shit Me and my niggas pull up, ruin shit I'm addicted, dirty Fanta, screwing shit I be geeked up, ready to shoot a nigga Stop talking 'bout it, show them what you doing, nigga That shit that you thinking, I'm doing, nigga I'm strapped up with a brew of niggas Shoot a nigga, we like, "Who that nigga?" Don't come around if you ain't on fuck shit It's just some raw, I can't function Catch me clutching, nigga, I be nauseous Murder scene, leaving cautious Surround myself with nothing but bosses 30 round Draco, hawk them He didn't believe it till we chopped him I don't even hear what you talking [Verse 2] Shh, can't hear you Pull up, she gon' disappear you I'm a OG, I got superiors And they don't like niggas near us This icy water on me clear Upper echelon, you can't compare Every time I walk in, they gon' stare All of these diamonds on me gon' glare I don't want you lame niggas 'round me I got them shooters in trap houses I got that powder, it come in mountains Used to sack the nicks inside the ounces Pull up, spraying shit, leave them frowning What you talking 'bout, not hitting shit Cash on me like I done hit a lick Can't step in nothing but that Italy Walk in and go (pew pew pew pew pew) The witness testifying shit, everybody hit [Chorus] Quit talking 'bout you and that shooting shit Me and my niggas pull up, ruin shit I'm addicted, dirty Fanta, screwing shit I be geeked up, ready to shoot a nigga Stop talking 'bout it, show them what you doing, nigga That shit that you thinking, I'm doing, nigga I'm strapped up with a brew of niggas Shoot a nigga, we like, "Who that nigga?" Don't come around if you ain't on fuck shit It's just some raw, I can't function Catch me clutching, nigga, I be nauseous Murder scene, leaving cautious Surround myself with nothing but bosses 30 round Draco, hawk them He didn't believe it till we chopped him I don't even hear what you talking
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