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DTP we got them guns go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm through all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, it
Bust you in the day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should what you saying if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them bitches up like
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap click
Anyway, plus I got in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be
20 thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex bitch
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect click
My pistol grip sound like

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly with make-up bra
We'll you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya
I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay cab back with the black mack
Till back crack, got the gat back like

Clak clak
a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
I, do away the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are always talking
Some squeeze me, me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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