I’m shootin up shit like a dope fiend
Put a hole in your head like a dolphin
I’m puttin holes in one no golfin’
Leave his ass dead, where the coffin.
[Juicy J]
Niggas out here aint real
These niggas aint tote no straps
These niggas aint got no work
They just sound good in they raps
They watchin too many movies
Claim he movin them thangs
Took that nigga in the jail cell
He givin up names
Rappin about he in the trap
Actin like he got the sack
Livin at his momma’s house
Scrape it up by Nickleback
Baby aint got no diapers
His baby aint got no food
This nigga aint got no car
But he stand in line for shoes
Now he think he bulletproof
Out here robbin real niggas
Everybody aint goin homie
Real niggas gonna deal with ya
Nigga out here lookin for me
He disapear for about a month
He popped up bout a week ago
Layin dead, his momma drunk.
[Wiz Khalifa]
I got so many ice its like im playin hockey
Smoke so much green nigga somebody stop me
We in the penthouse, you smell it from the lobby
This ballins all i know my nigga its not a hobby
Ridin in my ride reppin mafia
Never had a chopper Juicy bought me one
Seen niggas with money went and got me some
Nigga see my swag now they copy ‘em
Ooooo
Nigga im ballin smokin half pound a day
Smoke the other in the mornin
Ooooo
Nigga im paid got alot of goons
Nigga im straight, we reppin our game.
Shootin on site nigga try me if you wanna
Click Click Bang Bang
Nigga you a gonna
Bullet dont hit ya it’ll put you in a coma
Loud mouth niggas
Now you a doner
Whole pint of purp and a lot of marijuana
Chrome’d out 38 hot like the summer
Walk up on you whiskey maskin punk
And fire them shots just like im Donald Trump
Big ass pistol got me walkin and im limpin
Fvck you and fvck your clique
Anybody can get it
Dont do all that talkin
Nigga lets shoot to the finish
They wont find your body
And i wont leave a witness
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