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[Intro: RX Peso] Ayy, Pap, grab the keys twin, you already know what time it is, Peso, we pointing these fuck niggas out KT grab the drum Grab that twenty-five [?] ([?], he the God) All along my righthand twin, these niggas not fucking about it Shit, come on, let's go get they ass nigga Squeeze time, squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze, spin Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded [Verse 1: RX Peso] I'm a dope god in my hood Niggas fuck with me, I'm sending takeoffs Sipping drank, smoking on a Wood Up the murder rate with my face card Get to popping shit, on Blood Point the finger, nigga, takе ya face off Know I'm still riding in the hood Twelvе fuck with me, I pay the case off Get the drop, my young nigga spaz, he ready for murder Ain't gonna ride around with no bags, 'cause I've got a server Hundred rounds in my BD, that shit perfect Ain't gotta ride around with none of this cheese, 'cause I've been splurging [Verse 2: RX Yano] Yano I've been riding around with that Glock, I've been purging, lurking Me and KT get the drop, we gonn' murk 'em, uh, hurt 'em I've been killing dead opps, that's on purpose, uh, work them I've been getting to that paper, that's for certain, uh, splurging [Verse 3: Kutthroat KT] Riding 'round the city screaming murder I can never ever fuck with rats, they whack Speaking on Lil Kutthroat get you whacked, no cap I can't do a show unless I'm strapped, no rap Why you tryna beef about a bitch? Can't get into that Play with me, Yano gonn' put one up in his fitted cap Channel Two, they still tryna figure out who did that Free Lil Q, he say when he get out, he gonn' still clap [Verse 4: RX Papi] Big-ass four-nick on my hip, I shoot off the rip Nigga we got more guns than Tip, get yo' ass hit 7.62's and 5.56, make the car flip Hollows hit his body, got him screaming out like "Ah shit" Came in with a bunch of Bloods, but they know I'm Crip Punch a nigga square in his mouth, and swell his top lip Fuck the club up, I lift my Cartier, bitch, that's a fucking dub up You want war, for what? Bitch go down the street 'cause we ain't one of them [Verse 5: RX Peso] Nigga fuck 'round with my twin, I'ma come and get ya kid Feel like PR Baby, fuck nigga, tuck yo' chain Been getting money for a long, this shit done turned to sin I've got demons in my head telling me to go and spend a band I've been telling my lil' bronem "Man, them niggas not your friends" My niggas know this real RX, it's [?] to the end And me and Papi just poured up a four, toast it like gin Don't make me send Lil' Yano, KT come and cut them limbs I'm back, popping shit again, niggas start running in All these fuck niggas hiding, get the drop, we splitting wigs All my niggas catching bodies, all my niggas ducking bids You can ask the block about me nigga, I been dropping shit