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lil matic - pewpew! lyrics

yuh aye aye yuh what

pop at your clique
that’s a mighty fine stick
40 on my hip
trigger finger it don’t slip
your body gon rip
swerve and dip
do a flip
if i see you in real life you better not be talking that lip
full throttle in the whip
she doing tricks
think we gon hit some licks
you better sit
think i ain’t wit it
laser beam at yo head that’s my fetish
223 in my pocket only wearing a white tee
pop me a bean
i’m not talking no drugs
reloading these clips shootem up when i gun
i don’t do it cause i have too
i just do it for fun
yeah i came out the mud
my hood boys got choppas
we call them the sun
we got the heaters like ovens
choppas eat like a m-ffin
ghetto boy rap
i stay out of tap
got this mac you f-ggot
you eat it like fat man
i didn’t come to har-ss i just came to attack man
and i’m only a rapper
22 on me better back up
girl sucking on me
i got places to be
don’t distract baby
i’m not a blood
but i tear up your guts
and i’m not talking no guns
girl you know i’m talking fun
trigonometry with the poverty
we don’t keep the peace
but i got the puzzle
put ‘em in the rubble
pop you like a bubble
make a homie struggle with his words
i got better things to do than be flipping the bird
foreign go skrrt
i’m a k!lla i’m finna murk
you just just tripping off of the percs
do the work in these streets just like rihanna word
yeah i came for murda
ima k!ll this beat
sitting in my seat
make your girl call her cell to me
know she gonna leak
hit from the back
she call me her daddy
so i carry her back like a caddy
riding low like a caddilac
stop talking you know its rap
if i see you lacking you better go check

- lil matic lyrics

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