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Do you want smoke? We want all the smoke That's enough, Mr. Pitt has got work to do Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223 And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea That's my motherfuckin' nigga, yeah, he ridin' right with me Bu-bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Bu-bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223 Hundred round on the motherfuckin' Gat, huh You's a motherfuckin' pussy, scaredy-cat, ooh Chopper loaded, F&N, we push him back Tried to up the Glock, he didn't do it fast Hollow tips went through his chest and then his ass We walk, we talk that slang If you run up on us, we gon' let it go Keep fuckin' with my bro Shootin', then I'm shootin' if he fightin', I'm still shootin', 'cause We don't do conclusions, bruh, I can't let in Lucifer I'd be damned if I do it, all my niggas shootin' shit And they down to go stupid And they down Songtexte Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223 And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea That's my motherfuckin' nigga, yeah, he ridin' right with me Bu-bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Bu-bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223 Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223 And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea That's my motherfuckin' nigga, yeah, he ridin' right with me Bu-bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Bu-bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a ki Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223 Aus Songtexte Mania