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(Yo, T Nasty, you made it out of space?) Every fuckin' track, you heard? Shot after fuckin' shot It's that DudeyLo nigga, man Come here, where he goin'? ([Ozzy got this shit on lock?]) Nigga, what? (Come here) Nigga, ah, ah, ah (Baow, baow, baow) I pop shit 'cause my gun go off (Like, what?) He a bitch if his gun don't talk (Come here) I be outside 'til the sun come up But outside gettin' wack Cause it's not fun no more (Where the fuck is he goin'?) Nigga, nigga, word to my dead (Nigga, word to my dead) Free SB out the pen, let it bang for the set (Let it bang for the set) He caught a—, had to cut off his dreads No more free Banga-Gon'-Bang-on-His-Head (Ah) How many times I'ma talk to 'em? (Like, what?) I miss the bro, wanna go take a walk with him Slide and provide, nigga, I do the both of 'em The big O, for the bros, do the most for 'em (Baow, baow, baow) Like, ask twin, he was right there with me (Like, what?) If I'm on the drill, then we sitchy No, I'm not leavin' this shit 'til it's empty How many blocks we made pour out the Henny? Nigga (A lot) Nigga, word to my life (Nigga, word to my life) I can't wait 'til we run into dyke (Like, what?) We used to be cool and I know she can't fight (Baow) So for her, I might put down the— (Baow, baow, baow) I might give her a chance (Grrah) I get to beatin' the bitch with my hands (Grrah) And I know a scene when she ran on her friend Like, we the reason they milkin' our mans Look, we got unlimited scenes (Unlimited) When I'm comin', I'm comin' real clean Drippy ooter, do drills in my jeans (Like, what?) They make songs, but it's not what it seems (Come here) Accurate aim, no, I don't need a beam (I don't need a—) I 48 him, I rock him to sleep (I rock him to—) Ah, but he not in a dream (Baow) He don't know that it's part of the scheme (Baow, baow, baow) I spent a drill what they got in they stash (What they got in they—) I fucked his bitch, so I know why he mad Look, they doin' songs for the cap (Like, what?) So with the police, I know they gon' rat (I know he gon' rat) Fake gang, why you do me like that? She choose me, why you movin' like that? You a man, we don't do it like that (Come here) Now when you see me, I'm boomin' the gat (Baow, baow, baow) I pop shit 'cause my gun go off ('Cause my gun go baow, baow, baow) He a bitch if his gun don't talk I be outside 'til the sun come up But outside gettin' wack Cause that fun no more, nigga (Not fun no more, it's not fun no more) Nigga, word to my dead, free SB out the pen? Let it bang for the set (Nigga, word to my dead, let it bang for the set) He caught a—, had to cut off his dreads (Like) No more free Banga-Gon'-Bang-on-His-Head (Gon' bang on his head) How many times I'ma talk to 'em? (I'ma talk to 'em) I miss the bro, wanna go take a walk with him (Take a walk with him) Slide and provide, nigga, I do the both of 'em (I did the both of them) The big O, for the bros, do the most for 'em (Baow, baow, baow) Like, ask twin, he was right there with me (He was right there with me) If I'm on the drill, then we sitchy (Then we sitchy) No, I'm not leavin' this shit 'til it's empty ('Til it's empty) How many blocks we made pour out the Henny? Nigga, word to my life (Nigga, word to my—) I can't wait 'til we run into dyke (I can't wait 'til we run into—) We used to be cool and I know she can't fight So for her, I might put down the— (Cannon) I might give her a chance (I might give her a chance) I get to beatin' the bitch with my hands (With my hands) And I know a scene when she ran on her friend Like, we the reason they milkin' our mans
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