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Imma hit him right on sight Got the switch in the club, nigga, I don't fuckin fight Two Glocks on me nigga, I'll get your ass right I got Gs on me, bitch, that's why I stand different All 500 dollar pops, bitch we bam different I up the fire on his ass and get to blickin Bitch riding round fat arm rests with them bands in it 223 missiles -no goals, you better start thinkin QP of the (yeah), you a think my arms reekin Stuck off the Wocky, I'm just chilling in the dark dreaming Catch an opp up at the mall, I bet them members spark Neimans Catch him trippin up in traffic, leave him in the park [?] Certified scammer, I'm with Certified Trapper I was brown skin, I doubled up and turned my Sprite blacker Life like a book, I just turnt another chapter Aus Songtexte Mania