yeah
We got script from doctors, we got military choppers
I was sellin' Za on the low, you was watchin' Harry Potter
'Pression pads on all my sticks, you press the sides you'll see the laser
How the fuck is they that broke? Man, they must be scared of paper
Thirty buck shots in this 12-gauge, it might fly up out your hand
Call my Haitians with machetes, they'll decapitate a man
Announce yourself when you get close to me, I let off on a fan
The biggest lie I ever heard was that, "This glizzy will not jam"
Marse had let that M4 rip, but he ain't warn me, I was rattled
Let's play COD inside the streets for real, who wanna battle?
Drop your dot, I'm finna bring these bags to you, I like to travel
I don't stick around for long, I catch a jug and then skedaddle
I got them white boys out in Charlotte hacking them bank logs with an apple
Boil that down, tone that judge, don't make me hit you with this gavel
Sexy bitch from Arizona said her uncle is cartel
I love hittin' her from the back, her skin is soft and caramel
Supposed to listen more than you talk, why you think you got two ears?
Only time I get excited is when the Navy Federal clear
Got this Smith and Wesson governor but I'm not in politics
I just cleaned my brand new Draco out and then I polished it
Flashlights on my handguns, I can blind a nigga before I shoot
Installin' button on my gems while my kids read Dr. Seuss
Yeah, we got script from doctors, we got military choppers
I was sellin' Za on the low, you was watchin' Harry Potter
'Pression pads on all my sticks, you press the sides you'll see the laser
How the fuck is they that broke? Man, they must be scared of paper
Thirty buck shots in this 12-gauge, it might fly up out your hand
Call my Haitians with machetes, they'll decapitate a man
Announce yourself when you get close to me, I let off on a fan
The biggest lie I ever heard was that, "This glizzy will not jam"
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