(Takeoff made this shit)
One to the head and one to the chest
(SlickDa3rd)
T.O felt my fucking button, we be blitzin' ain't no puntin'
Don't trip or fall, don't do no runnin'
Cause once you fall, we tap that pumpkin
We took his chain, they ain't did nothin'
My brother the reason, they can't sell nuggets
Go ask my block, bitch, I score buckets
We camp out lows and fuck up functions
Think with yo' dick, then it's yo' day
They know BH, clap shit for pay
On sweetest day, I'm in the crib
Don't ask me why I don't go on dates
High speed chase, we treat the Jakes
He got clapped, he in the way
Sniff a perc, then I boot up
Then treat a bitch, get out my face
He got hit with every 'round I'm talkin' bout .40's, nicks, and nine's
All the niggas that's trollin', brother we up on them niggas dyin'
I'm either breakin' down a 30, or I'm in them cars, I'm outside slidin'
Four niggas bounce up out the Audi, ain't no point in a duck to die
Askin' me who I done clapped? L-O-L, the feds watchin'
Got a low, it's perfect timin', pull up quick and bedrock him
His lil' bitch out suckin' dick, they nicknamed her the head doctor
Can't say no names, we popped up on him
Dot, dot, dot, we headshot him
T.O felt my fucking button, we be blitzin' ain't no puntin'
Don't trip or fall, don't do no runnin'
Cause once you fall, we tap that pumpkin
We took his chain, they ain't did nothin'
My brother the reason, they can't sell nuggets
Go ask my block, bitch, I score buckets
We camp out lows and fuck up functions
Think with yo' dick, then it's yo' day
They know BH, clap shit for pay
On sweetest day, I'm in the crib
Don't ask me why I don't go on dates
High speed chase, we treat the Jakes
He got clapped, he in the way
Sniff a perc, then I boot up
Then treat a bitch, get out my face
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