What you gonna do, when them shooters come at you?
We got bread on his head, ain't too long 'fore he dead
I got killers on that fent, I got dogs in the pen
Free T3, that boy a vet
Call him M, he'll do it again
Told lil bro go make a mess, he workin' on his seventh hat
Do it right, fuck her twice
One take, no double backs
Yeah, still sleep with a shank
Knock shit back, we make you plank 'em
I got millions in the bank
Used to wash clothes in the sink
Ain't heard about me? We make shit pop
Take one from who? Take thesе shots
Target practice, put 'em in a box
I run thе list, one on the pot
Ain't no cut, this shit straight drop
Sugar to shit, I done seen it rot
Double drum, double D's, make you say "bomboclat"
In the slums with the ski's sniffin' on gunpowder
I see red, covered by the blue
Get trauma unit when I see you
Real deal shooter, I ain't never had no fluke
White boy go crazy, remind me of Luka, yeah
Chewing on me like a [?]
Bitch so bad that I don't need a rubber
She don't know I'm beefin' with her brother
I'm just tryna get the drop so I can flush 'em
Fucked up in the head, I'll go on a streak
How many opps we-
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