Point Blank
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Gotta qp in da back nd its some fire I aint gon front
Run up I keep me a strap point blank nigga you cant run
I be bussing moves back to back
Im stacking up my funds
Got her tweaking she be coming back
I be it like a drum
Beat it from da back
No feelings attached just having fun
And if she cool wit da opps
I fuck her while I hold my gun
I aint got no time for problems
Smoking good weed
I keep gonja
I got da sauce aint talking lasagna
Point blank range spaghetti his brains
Now he looking like some pasta
Dreaded up like Im a rasta
Scarf on my head like Osama
Stacking up racks I keep adding commas
Bussing these moves I gotta be cautious
Niggas be snaky they creeping up on me
Smoking this reefer and strapped like a Army
Sleep wit a tool yea I keep it on me
Point blank whoever cross me
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Gotta qp in da back nd its some fire I aint gon front
Run up I keep me a strap point blank nigga you cant run
I be bussing moves back to back
Im stacking up my funds
Got her tweaking she be coming back
I be it like a drum
Beat it from da back
No feelings attached just having fun
And if she cool wit da opps
I fuck her while I hold my gun
I aint got no time for problems
Smoking good weed
I keep gonja
I got da sauce aint talking lasagna
Point blank range spaghetti his brains
Now he looking like some pasta
Dreaded up like Im a rasta
Scarf on my head like Osama
Stacking up racks I keep adding commas
Bussing these moves I gotta be cautious
Niggas be snaky they creeping up on me
Smoking this reefer and strapped like a Army
Sleep wit a tool yea I keep it on me
Point blank whoever cross me
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
Run up dem bandz gotta get it
Running thru packs gotta flip it
Moving dis weight I aint talking no fitness
Run up get hit
Point blank no distance
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