[Intro]
Shade 45
[Verse]
Watch how you talk to me or get your jaw broke
When I speak it's like the Lord spoke
Homie the safety on the 4 broke
Fuck ya vest, I ain't aiming at your torso
Its a wig shit when the 4 blow
Woah- and I ain't on a fucking tour so
I'm masked up running in your shit looking for your doe
The OG7 was [?]
My team vs their team
We swept them niggas 4 - 0 (Oh)
How many grams do you want?
On my grizzy I wore the same pants for a month
Tre pound got a gam on the front
Silencer on the pump the size of a coke can on the front
Homie smoked his man, he behind the wall sick
Imprisoned for killing his dog like Vick
Kick in his door for them all white bricks
A lot of niggas spitting don't got bars like this
I don't fuck with a nigga if we ain't been cool
I ain't got shit for a nigga, but Mac 10 wounds
I spit the illest shit, I vision it
Before I even pen them sentences
I close my eyes and the pen move, huh
I see you niggas and your thin jewels
Don't make me show up to your show with like 10 goons
Shot up the scene on his yellow bike
Little homie shot the scene on his pedal bike
Went from sellin' [?] to mailing kites
I'm puttin' on when they home, I can set 'em right
Who you playing with, homie, it ain't a game, you know the name
You say you got guns, it ain't a thang
I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne, hol' up
[Interlude]
Can I get another one?
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