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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going niggaz
DTP we ain't if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you should watch what you saying if intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I point my gun at ya homeboy ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

clak clak
Swallow a make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too
leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some squeeze me, me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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