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Bitch is you tripping you talking to the bread winner
Ice age on my neck but it ain't winter

If you ain't bringing no dough you can't stay here
1 bullet out that K nigga say your prayer

The choppa like a bitch it won't miss you nigga
God by yo side if I miss you nigga

Pretty face, round ass ima smack that
Deep strokes till she shake I know she like that

Pulled up with a twenty-three they mike back
Lil baby freaky she want it clapped from the back
Boss nigga bruh all I speak about is racks
Don't hit my line if it ain't about a stack

Five hundred and ones creased up with a belt n a gun
Where I'm from nigga we just shoot shit for fun
If you wanted smoke nigga why the fuck you run
Either way it goes we still running ones

Catch a nigga fade a nigga I'm the barbershop
Swinging left n right till the niggaz body drop

Nigga capping like he stepping
Loc is known to get shit crackin
Don't run when you hear the clapping
Semi auto outta bullets so I brought the mac in
Dummy you Should've never been lacking
Bullets sticking to his chest magnetic
The end of the night you finna need a medic



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Writer(s): Anthony Hart
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