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My out west shit, ****, two-ninety shit, ****

You know how we rocking, ****

Get your guns up or get your funds up

You on that opp shit get mop sticked, bitch

These fuck **** hate me already

Got a young **** feeling like I made it already, bitch

I like my cheese with spaghetti

Fucking with my fetty you get woped brains like spaghetti, bitch

You hop up off that plane, we extorting ****

****, you's a mouse ****, you's a house ****

I got shooters from out South, ****, you watch your mouth, ****

Late night, we pop out show you what we 'bout, ****

Ain't no room in my room, pistols in the couch, ****

Got a room full of goons and we pointing out, ****

Lud foe took his cookies 'cause he was a scout ****

I'm gorilla mixed with killer, I'll shoot it out with ya

I hit the club with some thugs, throwing dubs on yo' baby mama

Hop up out the 'Rarri do the dash, you'll think I was sonic

Boochie gang-gang should be on America's Most Wanted

I got your bitch high, thought she was gon' die when she hit the chronic

Call out Cargo, bring that tool, he gon' act a fool

If you snooze, you gon' make the news boy, don't be no fool

The G.D.'s the B.D.'s will kill shit for me

But you know I'm 4CH, solid gang, hard to deal with, bitch

You fucking with me you gon' get the kill switch

That pump will knock a dread out yo' head when that steel hit it

I been on that savage shit and I'm still with it

Heard these fuck **** outta shape and I'm still fitted

Trapping out that bando selling heroin

It all started out I was a shorty playing with bb gun

I went to school with my daddy tool, I was a sneaky son

A lot of hollows you think you a bully come get you some

I turned fifteen and I went and bought a tommy gun

Pull up serving Whitney had to serve my uncle Bobby some

Who ain't got no check, pussy boy, we got a lot of funds

Got it out the mud bussing jugs 'till that profit come

Pussy, better use your brain if you got it all

**** say he drinking lean, he drinking Tylenol

That money hit me up, **** I ain't gotta call

These bitches eat me up, gimme head 'till they lockjaw

We pull up get to shooting, if you try and run them bullets chase

We do this shit professional, the police come won't leave a trace

Aim at your top when it drop I can see the sun

Them hollows hit yo' chest leave it sticky like a piece of gum

Bitch, I roll with thieves, count the blue cheese 'till my fingers numb

Selling cocoa leaf, I chief with the Mexicans

She say she wanna feast, feed her dick

She won't get a crumb

You know I'm in Chiraq, you can't come, come, where I'm from

That's yo' ass, pussy boy, you trash

Get put in the dump

I stir it in the bowl, make it cold like a chemist does

You snitching on yo' ****, boy, you told you should've shut it up

I'm throwing shade, I ain't got no blade but I'm cutting up

You the type of **** get on and you leave ****

I'm the type of ****, get on and I feed ****

Ima' rock that club with my gang, I don't need ****

You better tuck yo' chain be a stain or the victim

Bullets hit your brain, show no sympathy, we treat ****

Get a body bag white sheet rest in peace, ****

I'm looking for that boy but I ain't playing hide and seek with him

Catch him in L.A. while it's hot, let the heat hit him

I got a .40 Glock thirty shots up in these denim

Pull up get to shooting hit that **** and who be with him

Then we slam off in a Jaguar with the top off, take her top of

No Lacoste bitch this shit cost

I'm a fat ****, B.O.N. bitch, I'm big boss, I'm a trap ****

Get 'em in then I send 'em off

Say you at the top, bullets hot, knock your top off

That shotty, hit your body, put a body on my sawed off

Serving dope to the dope fiends make them nod off

Fuck a hoe, sell a hoe's dreams then I drove off

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