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We pull up with four sticks and four thirties Yeah that's a hundred twenty them hollows I was just jugging work out in the city Selling them drugs, Izzy El Chapo Business the motto, no we don't beef 'bout no broads That's some sucker shit nigga That that buster shit nigga I should bust your shit nigga I'm done with this nigga Bro told me chill but I couldn't Had to just throw on a hoodie, put on a mask Had to just load up the MAC Had to just put on the gloves, cover the tats First degree murder, really done did it Two-two-threes, they'll knock off his fitted Taught me I'm wicked, taught me I'm evil I just say that I was growing up different Fuck did I say, we was growing up twisted Got plates in the sink but no food on the dishes Mother seen what I did, got suspicious I'm sorry ma, I'm tryna run up these digits We'll pull up on 'em with the chopper I got a lot of shooters on my roster They gon' say put me in Then they gon' spend a band like a scene up outta Shottas SongtexteBut I ain't Jamaican, don't get it mistaken 'Cause a nigga still crazy All these bands, I'm 'bout to rake in this shit for the taking Think I'm gonna need a banker, damn But I don't trust no bank So I put them racks up in the mattress Still stacking up like it's Tetris All them bands, I'm getting profit nigga, I don't pay no taxes No I don't pay no taxes, bitch I was trapping Brrt, phone ringing like a bitch Look at my face tat, it's a Glock twenty-six, with a thirty in the clip Same glizzy that I got right now Same glizzy that I use on your round Same nigga on the block from the trap You the same nigga from the circus of clowns Run down on 'em and I'm puttin' em down Duct tape, better not make a sound I got a Glock seventeen, fifty rounds Yeah, what you talkin' 'bout now? Niggas say they gettin' money I came on your block, man that nigga was bluffing Say, you say you got them hundreds I'm running down on a nigga, I'm clutching Hugo nigga, bitch I been a boss Louis belt with my nina ross Henny in me, got me 'bout to spazz Leave me 'lone 'cause bitch I'm in my bag I just be doing my thing, ayy You should not move in my lane, ayy Got an AR and the K, ayy Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy B, you don't want to see me I slide through your block with the D-E Bow, shootin' like TV G, this shit is easy See, clear like HD B, I sold like eight P's Ice be so cold like an AC Can't you see that nigga spazzing? Chopper in my hand, you know that I'm blasting Can't you see that niggas rachet? Don't care your situation, nigga I'm taxing 'Cause I need me a fraction Whatever you making we gon' start subtracting I hop out that pussy then I hop back Tell lil baby I want it from the back end Since we talkin' 'bout math I'm adding my profit, I flip it, I multiply I shoot him straight in his eye That nigga was smooth, I don't know how I saw the guy I keep me a shooter with me I don't do no regular, bitch yeah the shooter with me I'm really a shorty nigga I like my bitch old, I got me a cougar with me Yeah nigga, fuck wrong with you dumb ass niggas man Fifty round drum, thirty round drum, hundred round drum in this bitch right now Fuck you talkin' 'bout, sound like a motherfuckin' auction in this bitch, you heard me Baltimore shit nigga Yeah yeah yeah, you heard what the fuck my brother said nigga Fifty round, thirty round, hundred round nigga Sound like a motherfucking auction nigga Come get what you can afford bitch ass nigga Bandhunta shit Really the motherfuckin' murder team if you fuck with us Aus Songtexte Mania