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Im ripped
I shoot
My stick
At your hip

We lit
Im sick
I kick
I blick

I shoot
I do
I pop
My pill

Im glowing
Im showing
My glock
Be mowing

Extortion
My vibes distorted
My thoughts
Disturbing

My glock
Nerf it
My royce
I swerve it

I got it
You got it
We got it
We shoot it

I pour
I drink
I sip
My drank

I tote the pole and i got the gat on me
I shoot the hoe and i got her rat on me
I shoot his dome and i got his man on me
I shoot him home and i got what i pleased

Dont open them blinds bitch
Dont open them blinds
I shoot that boy from behind
What you talking bout bitch

I keep a chopstick in my bag
I keep a chopstick on my back
You cant catch me i never will lack
Ima have you dead like a sack

I shot him outside bitch
She taking it inside bitch
Im taking a bath bitch
Its full of cash bitch

Apply the pressure bitch
Apply the pressure hoe
Apply the bandages bitch
Then shoot him again hoe

Shoot him again hoe
Shoot that bitch again
Shoot that bitch again
Shoot that bitch again
Shoot that bitch again
Yeah ill shoot a boy again
Yeah ill shoot him bitch
Yeah ill shoot him bitch

Im ripped
I shoot
My stick
At your hip

We lit
Im sick
I kick
I blick

I shoot
I do
I pop
My pill

Im glowing
Im showing
My glock
Be mowing

Extortion



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Writer(s): Jack Abila
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