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Tshh, it's fuckin' spooky, nigga Yeah (Yeah) Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot May Street murder block, that's real (May block, pussy) Uh, got the muzzle on the Glocks Murder opps, murder cops, that's real Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (Boom-boom) Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (Boom-boom) Lot of drip when I swim through Maxfield Spent a bag and I got a sack still Twist my wrist and I got it back still You don't know how five-hundred racks feel He a snitch, what you with that rat still? (Huh?) How is that real, my nigga? (Fuck outta here) Shit, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (Tricks on me) I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (Without that blick on me) I can't believe that they switched on me (They switched on me) I heard they tryna put a hit on me (They put a hit on me?) Sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (Tricks on me) I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (Without that blick on me) I can't believe they tried to switch on me (They switched on me) I heard they tryna put a hit on me (Yeah) Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot SongtexteMay Street murder block, that's real Uh, got the muzzle on the Glocks Murder opps, murder cops, that's real Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (Boom-boom) Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (Boom-boom) Aus Songtexte Mania