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Grrah! Yozora Leg shot, leg shot C Blu! Smokin' Dotty, I ain't tryna pass it I don't fuck wit' no Jets If he flyin' than I'mma crash it Like to run, bitch I be causin' static Oh he got a gun? But my shit auto- Oh he got a gun? But my shit automatic 30 shots in my gun, no Steph Reach for my ice, then bullets get to blasting .40 rip 'em in half We turned him into a fraction Spin the 8, where we goin' next? Tryna do a nigga like he Cyrus Off a perc on a drill, I'm excited Oh it's smoke? Then nigga we gon' light it I'm from the streets but nigga I ain't fighting Back out my G, and a nigga think he Tyson Do my bops cause I don't do the hips Dropped the blick, I almost dropped the- Dropped the blick, I almost dropped the grip I don't lack, don't put me in no spliff Off the liquor I start actin' crazy Might bend the opps The cops never phased me G17 and it don't got no safety Done clicked every chop Don't ever try to play me I was buggin' no cap ion play Dumpin' the opps make them run relay Ootin' on blocks, no mask, broad day Gettin' chased on the strip Yeah I'm talkin' bout Say Smokin' Dotty, I ain't tryna pass it I don't fuck wit' no Jets If he flyin' than I'mma crash it Like to run, bitch I be causin' static Oh he got a gun? But my shit automatic Oh he got a gun? But my shit automatic 30 shots in my gun no Steph Reach for my ice than bullets get to blasting .40 rip 'em in half We turned him into a fraction
Writer(s): Camrin Williams, George Bakopoulos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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