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This ain't something for the radio This is for the niggas like me that's lettin' the 3-80 go With the model chick that love to act a felatio Bullet to your body, I know the exact ratio Come from the soul like pasta noose and macyo Plug 1, plug 2, plug 3 Rip slow, 1 slug, 2 slug, 3 On the block, drug 1, drug 2, drug 3 Epitome at heart, balls in delivery It's hard to the day niggas is giving me the god And if Satan waitin' I try to kill him, no debatin' hatin' I'm on all like my niggas elevatin' Kinda fascinatin' You down bitch? Or you in the cell masturbatin'? Soul assassination, either you get it or you don't get it Either you will or you won't, with the smell smoke ghost lit it If it's a lockout, we gon hop out We don't pop shit, we make shit pop out If it's a lockout, we gon hop out We don't pop shit, we make shit pop out Nustso, schizo, go for the gusto Bounce when it blitz though, house of the rich though I didn't wanna die from the balls of the pistol SongtexteLie, keep a nigga brain fired like Crisco Niggas wanna shine like the ball at the disco Want that money long like a headline of frisco It's not the young boys or the OG's that get you Yea a bullet might, but a missile won't miss you D block on me but we went and enlist you We all ball but we wanna assist you I don't rep but got stripes and I'm official Never been got but my nigga I get you If it's a lockout, we gon hop out We don't pop shit, we make shit pop out If it's a lockout, we gon hop out We don't pop shit, we make shit pop out Money coming and going fast but the weed burn slow Other niggas will die but their seeds gon grow Yea I move H, you kept the G from the dough I will lay a nigga down with the 4 Or any caliber gun that's in my hands Defend my land and defend my mans I ain't the judge but recommend you stand Cuz I'm your honor when they move guns and grams If it's a lockout, we gon hop out We don't pop shit, we make shit pop out If it's a lockout, we gon hop out We don't pop shit, we make shit pop out Aus Songtexte Mania