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DTP we got guns that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like
But I'm through with all the time 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 want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to
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 talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, 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 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 with a pearl

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya make 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 Lil'
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' need doctors when the glock go

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

Now what, who want they day
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray 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 rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you invest 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 call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back

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

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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