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Chillin' at the Amoco Lighting up botanical Seen a nigga I ain't like Shouldda let the hammer go down to do the dirt But I know the church his Nana go I don't want the sin on my soul 'cause I plan to go So I keep rolling up But he ice grilling and he swollen up But he ain't old enough to never see another day I'm thinking this but I ain't put my gun away He act, I'mma clap, and these people gon' run away They gonna get my plates and the make of my vehicle I'mma be upstate full of hate tryin' see it through So I put it in first I'mma catch 'em all alone then I'm putting work You wanna test me? (You gotta) Wait your turn B There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me Test me? (You gotta) Wait your turn B There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me Songtexte In the club by myself getting sized up so I just rised up but I didn't need help Had a knife in the belt and a bottle that was comp I'm always ready to romp, I move kinda stealth Hammer in the ride with the driver outside by the door with cocked back four He familiar with the war and the tour keep a bullet in his jaw Know for sure that shit can get raw when I slide They say what up, no what up back Ghost bust first, no bust back Keep that same energy, hope you remember me I'mma be that enemy that won't ever cut slack You wanna test me? (You gotta) Wait your turn B There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me Test me? (You gotta) Wait your turn B There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me Couple a niggas don't even like Ghost Start shit up, get lit up like they a light post I ain't into arguing, I ain't into bargainin' Get a shell in a hoodie, knife in a cardigan You see me throwing the peace sign That two could turn to two guns up when it's creep time Slug through the peephole, now he sleep though He the one asking for sleep time Test me, you gotta wait your turn B Get a bag full of guns and prepare for the journey Get six pallbearers, a couple attorneys You gon' either not leave or leave in a gurney Ghost You wanna test me? (You gotta) Wait your turn B There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me Test me? (You gotta) Wait your turn B There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me You wanna test me? There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me Aus Songtexte Mania