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[intro]
go (uh, uh, uh, uh)
six sh+t, n+gga, don’t get your b+tch hit, know we make your head split (big c hop)
yeah

[verse]
i don’t know why they mention me (i don’t know why they—), i ain’t got sh+t to do with them (i ain’t got sh+t to do, yeah)
dumb+ass opp tried to play it creep (dumb ass), too bad i already knew was him
feds think i’m tryna hoop (feds think i’m—), “getrich, why you got shooters in here?” (i got shooters)
cull it down, then give it a boot, had to show it ain’t no love in here
i’m in the club with young rich shooters, them young n+ggas turnt, they throwin’ up dubs in here (throwin’ up dubs in here)
uh, better not cross that street, watch how he get hit, we turn n+ggas to a deal (aight, to a deal)
know this an srt, got a grip (srt), that b+tch two hands whenever i steer (i steer)
doin’ a dash, the police around (i’m gone), i’m doin’ one+eighty whenever they near (skrrt, skrrt)
ayy, b+tch, it’s a switch on the back of that glock (switch, frrt), i’ma hit up that n+gga and whoever he near (near)
them young n+ggas turnt, they throwin’ up gang for sho’, they gon’ put that sh+t in your ear (put that sh+t in your ear)
uh, tired them young n+ggas turnt that throwin’ that gang, gang
up that chop, go bang, bang
me and my draco too locked in, i swear that b+tch my main thing (swear that b+tch be— come on)
2sg, fsg, fifty gang, same thing (fifty gang like that)
b+tch, i feel i’m a king of the jungle, i think i’m on top of the chain (aight, come on)
b+tch, i just want money from all this rap (gang, gang, gang), i don’t care about none of fame (none of fame)
uh, better not stand too close when i up that chop (go, go), this b+tch here flame (this b+tch be flame)
i’m in this b+tch pourin’ drank in my cup (drank), i feel like kurt cobain (phew)
uh, told that b+tch, “i don’t pass no blunt,” she nasty, swear she a lame (lame, lame)
yeah, told myself gotta stay on point, two steps ‘head of the game (let’s go)
uh, told my bros, “i never switch over the bread, just me and the gang” (aight, come on)
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah), we prepared, we ready to war, we ready to bang
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah), he precise whenever he shootin’, that boy got aim (psh, aight, aight, come on)

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