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First we get the drop Then we light a block up Hit em in the shit Clean the scene before the cops come I put 30 in my glock and put 100 in my drakeo My youngin counted one I flew him out and told him lay low To get a nigga goin' I press a buton like a remote I give a nigga stitches he a bitch I call him Lilo I don't fuck with rappers most of these bitch ass niggas too fake Droppin jackin rapping most of my niggas get it a few ways Claiming bout that action ain't no telling who imma shoot today My house be full of fuckin' killers I ain't got no room to hate I can tell they talkin down they want the enemy I gotta smash but I ain't beggin ain't got the energy He smoked yo thug I wrote the check we friends with benefits Got a big bag now she want sign off on her chimney One kill two kills, I cannot feel Three pills four kills, I'm off the pain pills Five kills six kills, I'm outside of your crib Seven eight, the feds on You gotta shake and bake At 18 I took 20 racks thought I was rich as fuck Before 19 had 100 racks I had to put it up I turned 20 tons to quarter mil I told momma its up SongtexteAt 21 I touched a whole mil and they thought I was bluffin' Half a million worth of cars and I got 250 on ice I go everywhere with my shit of the rip not tryna fight Any nigga touch the diamond he get hit up with the rifle You just got bad and get away you gon die that's on the bible You know fredo that's my brudda can't wait till lil yo yo back Known for running niggas down slammin' one hunnids and photo cap I can call a play and up the score big 30 the quarterback I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Cadillac killer trail me in the track One kill two kills, I cannot feel Three pills four kills, I'm off the pain pills Five kills six kills, I'm outside of your crib Seven eight, the feds on You gotta shake and bake One kill two kills, I cannot feel Three pills four kills, I'm off the pain pills Five kills six kills, I'm outside of your crib Seven eight, the feds on You gotta shake and bake Aus Songtexte Mania