Where you stay at? Busta', lay back
I got a problem when you reachin', pussy, take that
You talkin' all this fuckin' shit, you pull up rockin' with a stick
You better pull that trigger, bitch, you fuckin' with the devil, kid
All that beef, I want that, homie, give me everything you got
I see you shakin' in your boots, I know you love to fuckin' talk
You run your mouth, you got it, murder product
Bust my piece, I fuckin' shot it
Fuckin' miss, I fuckin' diss ya, drop the gat, now get your bag
Runnin' for your life
You think the Freddie took that easily?
Now quickly, you better get to sprintin', took that to the heart
Head start while I load my gat up, gotta make it far
Red dot, aim it at your head, can't wait to see it dead
See ya', motherfucker, cannot beat the fuckin' bullet
Ain't no time to waste, better pick up the pace
Who you think you fucking fooling with a bullet in your skull?
The bullet catch 'em all, watch the bodies fuckin' fall
See ya', motherfucker, cannot beat the fuckin' bullet
Ain't no time to waste, better pick up the pace
Who you think you fucking fooling with a bullet in your skull?
The bullet catch 'em all, watch the bodies fuckin' fall
Doomshop, motherfucker
Mo Motherfucker
Doomshop, mother
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