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(Trap jumpin' like TwoThree) They got to show me pictures of my opps like, "Who is that man?" The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman For all that dissin', leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can Bitch, ain't no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha) Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings Since he actin' like a pussy, I'm gon' make sure that he feel it We done hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute My nigga slangin' iron and they'll die [?] Bitch, I'm throwin' gang signs I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm a menace And I'ma bang behind mine, no back and forth, ain't playin' tennis And I say how to spin the block and he gon' do it like a frisbee And I'm like, "Damn, bro, how the fuck you do that shit without gettin' dizzy?" He want beef? We took his pussy ass like we had a job at Wendy's [?] step on shit without a [?] The stick gon' tuck, they know it's up, I'm like, "Who tryna get it?" She wanna fuck, I'm like, "What's up? Your back, you gotta bend it" But that's enough about a slut, let me get back to business Bitch, you bust him up and hit his skull so it's a fact, he finished And that's a murder, bitch, we do some shit they never heard of Bitch, we like to swerve on shit, my 23's they down to murk a bitch SongtexteI got this dirty stick, fuck Instagram, on some in person shit They shoot, he holdin' steel, ain't on no nervous shit, that murder shit My niggas like to go and take it, they don't work for shit Like a big booty bitch when she naked, bitch, we twerkin' bricks I get the bag, I like to get it fast, like on some urgent shit Cross over, take a shot and drop his ass, some [?] urban shit I'm sweatin' hard and I'm scratchin' 'cause I'm on the perky's bitch [?] stop all the lyin', bitch, you ain't searchin', bitch You niggas dyin', when we catch you, we been on some lurkin' shit [?] nasty bitch wit' your lil' dirty stick Bitch, we be posted by the stop sign, tell these niggas, "Stop hidin'" I hope you clutchin' on your Glock now, 'cause bitch, I got mine Tell these pussy niggas, "Stop tryin'", they playin' shots fired The Draco [?] I be flexin' out in Texas, bitch, I got the mob ties Fuck that textin', we addressin', we already outside We gon' bless him, wipe his nose and make sure all the snot dry And since that bitch [?] we shoot out the outside We leave his face up on the TV, tell your mama, "Bye bye" And when it's done and they achieve it, give my guys a high-five We [?] 'cause bitches greasy, they ain't come from Popeyes [?] trigger squeezin' [?] make the cops hide [Chorus] They got to show me pictures of my opps like, "Who is that man?" The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman For all that dissin', leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can Bitch, ain't no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha) Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings Since he actin' like a pussy, I'm gon' make sure that he feel it Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm) Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm) Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm) Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm) Aus Songtexte Mania