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DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo through niggaz
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

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

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

Now what, who want they day
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we to spray stuff up
Y'all made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks on getting me when I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard 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 for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
your back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is
And my triggers are talking about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the
My got a drum roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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