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[Intro: Sheff G] Great John on the beat, by the way Just bought a gun, you die by the judge, nigga Shooter get, shooter get shot Yeah, you know that? Huh? Yeah Shooters get shot [Chorus: Sheff G] Look, huh, look Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric Huh, look, huh, look Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a demon Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course don't believe me Think I'm a menace or somethin' [Verse 1: Sheff G] Look, they say I'm a savage and all that I'm causin' a panic and all that Look, look, these niggas is rattin' and all that For shit, man, I can't tell you all that Look, this one right here with no effort I'm saucin' and runnin' the check up Look, look, Glock right here on my left hand I reach for my right hand, you stressin' Look, I get you brrt, the brrat Life ain't predictable nigga I stay on attack, huh, this ain't no musical, nigga (Look) Don't diss me on tracks, huh, said this ain't no musical, nigga (Look) So miss me with that, yeah, miss me with that I'm with all that trappin', fast and cashin' Art tough and the gang gon' get to clappin' Bitch, fuck you askin' all them questions? Fuck wit' 'em then you duckin' wit' 'em next, and Know that it ain't, know that it ain't no remorse You know that it ain't no remorse, it ain't no remorse, huh Know that it ain't no remorse It ain't no remorse, it ain't no remorse [Chorus: Sheff G] Look, fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric Huh, look, huh, look Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a demon Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a menace or somethin' [Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow] I'm too official with it, you know that I ain't let up for none My head is Crippin', definition, you can play if you want It's your choice, you can say what you want If gang get up on it, we gettin' it done If bro throw a shot, then I'm throwin' a shot You prolly know me from droppin' your homie and making a run Or prolly the music, don't get me confused, I can really go dumb Go retarded, shooter gang, we ain't up for no bargain We finish, we start it, they say I'm a menace or somethin' They say I'm a menace or somethin' Don't fuck with this military drum Ain't wit' it, don't act like you want it Look, don't got it, don't act like you got it He say he got bodies, he fraudin', no No, he never hit up a target Ain't wit' it, don't act like you want it Look, don't got it, don't act like you got it He say he got bodies, he fraudin', no No, he never hit up a target [Chorus: Sheff G] Look, huh, look Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric Huh, look, huh, look Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a demon Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a menace or somethin' Look, huh, look Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric Huh, look, huh, look Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a demon Huh, look Innocent, pleadin', course, don't believe me Think I'm a menace or somethin' [Verse 3: Mozzy] Yeah, my loyal nigga ran down on him That's a mandatory man down We get the addy to your granny house Bitch, then you know we finna camp out Ayy, they don't want no smoke with the gangland Tryna tell them niggas, "Stand down" I got some outta towners on the way, way Flight prolly finna land now Meet me on Fourth, right by the court None of the shootin' guards play around Word to my mother, you niggas is dorks You know it ain't bool for y'all to hang around Glizzy with magazines hangin' out We goin' body for body He goin' molly for molly His kids in the back, he still shot up the Audi And somebody take the. 40 poppa from me In blood and find something to calm me You live by the gun, you die by the judge He know if they catch him, he childin' Put some respect on a Oggie He mixin' his 'Tec with the Wockie Don't fuck with the text if they need me 'Cause I be really tryna do niggas sloppy
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