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[Verse 1] Nigga this the task force are you ready to meet the lieutenant I done hit 50 licks and the game about to jump up in it Now its, like a scrimmage when you all up in that field It gets real over the scrill, where them deals, them caps get peeled Why you all up in my mouthpiece, trying to get something up out me I done met bitches like you before, I treat them like a no no Shouts out to bitch mob, young pretty boy killer, I see that pain up in your eye But I chose to go out and ride, I'm holding on to that gizzon', for fizzon' And protection, nigga tried to catch me slizippin', like the hitman out in richmond Holla on them streets when that task force on my mind, bitch mob up on my mind Lil' B, I'mma go out and ride, Task Force no option, pass to the back no Quarterback option, buyin from me no quarterback option, might have to go out and drop em Shouts out to Marvellous, Shouts out to Sacremento, I'll be smoking on that endo Playing Nintendo, cause life's a game. In the Bay we be in a daze, of that green And I'm all about grapes, shouts out to East Ma Ma, finna hit up KFC Means Killing Fuckers Consistently, I'm my worst enemy, the only One that can beat me is Lil' B, Thats Literally. Task Force keep it real with me Bitch Mob gon' kill for me, Lil' B thats the frenemy, you waiting out here for enemies Move looking like a centipede, 740 on top of shorty, leave your ass with that 240, shotgun With that Oh Lordy! Songtexte Finna leave that pussy dripping you bitch [Outro] Aus Songtexte Mania