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(Akachi in this motherfucker) Your shorty do 'bout whatever I say She call my phone every night, every day Bro don't want smoke, she tell me where you stay She like to wear baguetties in her face I like to fuck her, wear Saint Laurent She like to fuckin' put my music on I'm out in public smokin' on the strong She out in Publix sniffin' on the dope Most of the choppas come in with a scope I'm out in traffic, gotta keep a These niggas trash and I still give 'em hope, ayy World War 3, my niggas got snipers Choppin' up niggas like Tyson Most of these rappers ain't writin' Most of these rapper be bitin' I sound like your favorite rapper Or does he sound like me? Glock kill niggas for free Young nigga been too street Like Florida, play with the heat We in Miami ten deep We got the sticks, uh-uh-uh-uh SongtexteBig Chop', uh-uh-uh, yeah Nigga's don't want that, uh You need to get more money World War 3, my niggas got snipers Choppin' up niggas like Tyson Most of these rappers ain't writin' Most of these rapper be bitin' I come through like I am a general Think I'm the greatest in general Don't wanna be famous in general But I'll take some milly in serveral I think I made it in general They want a case going federal, eee I where my heart on my sleeve Big perky get heat Cops came through, won't speak Chop's like World War 3, uh Got a Glock like World War 3, uh Big AK on me, uh So many holes on sleeve, uh Like five on top to ride Not, cop, rhyme, fly Aus Songtexte Mania