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(Got it on smash) (OG Parker) Ayy, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm Damn Mhmm Ayy, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah, yeah Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter I'm not in my car, I'm in the rental (Ayy) If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (Ayy) I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (Ayy) Nigga know what goin' on (Ayy) We ain't talkin' on the phones (Ayy) If he don't leave me alone, I'ma have to get him gone Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missed a chromosome (Ayy) After drop his body we gon' go and dump him on Don't run from this ass whoopin' And if he run I grab my gun Ay, shoot him in his back or some I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (Not shakin') Police call me, beat that case (Beat that case) Before I eat, I say my grace (Say my grace) I seen my Crips and shake up Grape You know that I can't change my ways SongtexteAyy, I'm a creative thinker Blunt in my finger Catch me a rapper, make him turn him to a singer Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seent him If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him In the trap fool, with the sack fool, sellin' dog food Hit the back door 'cause a nigga seen the law fool Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude (Ayy,ayy) I ain't finna fight no man, I'm a small dude (Ayy) We was them niggas trappin' with them K's The difference between me and you, bitch I'm paid Bullet flew past my face in the shootout, I'm brave If he send a diss, then he gon' die today Paid that bitch just to give me the drop (Brrr) I'ma trade him a Draco for another Glock Little do he know that Choppa dirty as a mop Man I needed me some shoes cause I ran from the narcs Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter I'm not in my car, I'm in the rental (Ayy) If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (Ayy) I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (Ayy) Nigga know what goin' on (Ayy) We ain't talkin' on the phones (Ayy) If he don't leave me alone, I'ma have to get him gone Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missed a chromosome (Ayy) After drop his body we gon' go and dump him on Don't run from this ass whoopin' And if he run I grab my gun Ay, shoot him in his back or some I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (Not shakin') Police call me, beat that case (Beat that case) Before I eat, I say my grace (Say my grace) I seen my Crips and shake up Grape You know that I can't change my ways Can't change my ways for a bitch nigga You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga And where I'm from, keep a stick nigga And keep you a mask when you stick niggas And keep you a glove when you blick niggas I don't pop shit, I pop gun triggers I'm the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas I don't care where you at, we gon' finish niggas Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it Tell his momma that I did it, better get your baby White boy in the cut with the guns, Slim Shady White boy with the bomb in the cut, Tom Brady I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play? Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase me Ayy, mmm ,mmm ,mmm ,mmm (NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda) This shit get spooky, nigga, no cap (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) This shit get real fishy, on God (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) We creep around these streets, hunnid deep (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) We'll do that We'll do that, give that boy a blue bag We'll do that Hunnid some shots, come do that, brrt Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt Ayy, brrt, brrt, brrt Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) Aus Songtexte Mania