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Woah, woah (Uno, I killed it) Loose cannon, I think there's a killer on the loose (Killer) Loose screw, I think there's a sniper on the roof (Sniper) Uh, point that nigga out if he faker than you Bitch, I got big diamonds, they dance like hula loop, um (Hula) Look at my wrist and it's bustin' Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin Choppa gon' hit 'em, I don't miss for nothin' Ice on my neck and it's chillin' like tundra I get that bag then bury the money All of my diamonds, that shit be a hundred Touchin' my shit, man, I shoot at your brother (Shoot at your pops) I got that choppa like I'm in the frontal (Ooh) Yeah, I think there's a killer on the loose (Killer) Uh, she's a bird, give me that long neck just like a goose (Brr) Uh, sippin' dirty, yeah, I do not ever sip on Goose (Dirty) Yes, that's the word, I will put your face on a shirt (Ooh) Sippin' on liqour I annihilate Take over the trap and eradicate it (Woah) All of these bitches, they minute maid Take off that chain like emancipation (Ooh) Bitch, I'ma ball like a cancer patient Don't do respect with that estimation (Ooh) SongtexteBitch, I can't fuck with no destination Sippin' that Act', bitch, I'm dedicated (Dig) Yeah, what? What? What? (Travis, you killed it) Loose cannon, I think there's a killer on the loose (Killer) Loose screw, I think there's a sniper on the roof Uh, point that nigga out if he faker than you Bitch, I got big diamonds, they dance like hula loop, um (Dig) Look at my wrist and it's bustin' Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin Choppa gon' hit 'em, I don't miss for nothin' Ice on my neck and it's chillin' like tundra I get that bag, then bury the money All of my diamonds, that shit be a hundred Touchin' my shit, man, I shoot at your brother I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal (Ooh) Yeah, I think there's a killer on the roof, um (Killer) I just might have to put some bullets in that roof, um Yeah, daughter asking, "Why you sleepin' in a suit?", um (Daughter) Yeah, all that ice cubes, how you end up in that loot? Um (Shit) She popping three Perc' and she dazed I pop a Addy, ain't sleepin' for days Baby mama suckin' dick to get paid Thinkin' she bad but she really basic (Ooh) We knew she suckin' that dick, she ain't brazy But you lil' niggas ain't havin' no taste Leavin' that salt, boy, you better be grateful 'Cause I got a shotty right under the table Loose cannon, I think there's a killer on the loose (Dig) Loose screw, I think there's a sniper on the roof, uh Point that nigga out if he faker than you Bitch, I got big diamonds, they dance like hula loop, um Look at my wrist and it's bustin' Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin Choppa gon' hit 'em, I don't miss for nothin' Ice on my neck and it's chillin' like tundra I get that bag, then bury the money All of my diamonds, that shit be a hundred Touchin' my shit, man, I shoot at your brother I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal Aus Songtexte Mania