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Money got me a in trance
I shot fast
Put his ass in the past

Hoodie on assassin
Had to start blastin
Make him do backflips
Get his ass a casket

It could get ugly
Saw his ass runnin
Loadin up the clip
All tha rounds was in his tummy

Take his ****** face off
Yeah damn I hate y'all
Strap long fitted on top with tha acog

Got tha big pole bend out tha window
Blood red cold
Left his body in the snow

Rollin up exotic
Shawty pornographic
Semi automatic on my waist got me saggin

I'm tha 5 star assassin
Yay yo life ransom
Kill yo whole team
Ima start pickin random

Smoke away sum stress
Guns triple x
Never hit the body
Cuz I'm aiming for ya head



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Writer(s): Uriah Alenepi
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