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DTP we got them guns 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 gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking to show 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 that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you if it's intended for me
So be careful you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to like

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, 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, all I got in this world
I'm pulling out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

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 make ya own hit ya
And ain't taking no pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers like
You gon' need hella doctors when the go

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

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I you marks planning 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 you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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