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Blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy (Ayy) Hang out the window with them chops, you know we huntin' down opps for fun Everybody with me slimin' shit down, they gon' pull a murder one Stay on this fuck shit, don't even try it, it's a known fact we ain't goin' Taught to shoot first every time, Shiesty ball hoggin', always scorin' I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off) In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it, grab the chopstick, I go blow it Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord Look like you holdin' on that drank, nigga, grab some ice and go pour it I brought my AK to the fight, but it came with a lighter sword Got all these stripes off takin' lives, they feel they time comin', they know it Shit get tight, I'ma bust twice with no regrets, too paranoid, blrrrd Man down, now his mama tellin' sad stories, blrrrd Tapped him up in his head, we took him out his glory, blrrrd Hop out with automatics, no way to ignore it Niggas on the other side ain't ever shot shit, Kyle Lowry Hang out the window with them chops, you know we huntin' down opps for fun Everybody with me slimin' shit down, they gon' pull a murder one Stay on this fuck shit, don't even try it, it's a known fact we ain't goin' Taught to shoot first every time, Shiesty ball hoggin', always scorin' SongtexteI set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off) In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it, grab the chopstick, I go blow it Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord We was four deep in that Fentley truck, we slide with Glocks and K's I got Shiesty with me ready to work that new switch I just gave We done smoked so many opps this year, goddamn, we havin' flavor Bitch, we takin' all the hits, just put the money on the table (Slidin') The season murder, murder Demons, demons, hearse, hearse Rest in peace, that bitch didn't have respect for cheese We ridin' slow, we never speedin' When we creep, we never mean in That shit just happen in that action Me and Shiesty back to back Hang out the window with that MAC He couldn't duck, this ain't Aflac Throw the lob up, Kobe, Shaq I get the drop, we move the stacks Can't find you, get your brother whacked I can't put shit in no past These niggas hidin', they know they dyin' I put them slimes on they ass Now we all know you in the past I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off) In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it, grab the chopstick, I go blow it Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord Aus Songtexte Mania