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Shootas lurkin, hungry, drivin in that field we off a pill
We spin again till we get dizzy, if we see him, grab that kill
And bitch, I'm vicious when I see him, yeah, I'm ready to pounce for real
We was servin' them pounds for real, riding round' dirty, clutchin steel

Pop me a pilly, I'm ready, I'm jiggy, I'm ready to go on that drill
Don't hop in the field if you ain't with this shit, cause I promise that your friends gon' get killed
These bitches be jokes, these bitches be hoes, they thinkin' I'm kiddin' like nah, for real
And every time, Ima spazz on the beat tell that f*ck-ass hoe I ain't got no chill

Blick blick, them shots go off and then we spin around
Tell him, get off my dick right now, cause these bitches all act like clowns
The murder the best in the town, goin' up so fast, give me my crown
Tryna take my lines up on the beat, come on little boy, just stop that now

I grab my Glock, I'm a pop him pow, I like the beats and the shots for a while
I hate that bitch, so don't come around, you make me move and they spinnin' around
And shout out BKH, but it ain't my fault, you better check your hoe right now
Put beef on my plate, I'ma eat that shit, I'ma grab my Glock, no duckin' now

I gotta get rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get Glocked bow bow
I hate that they phony, I hate that they goofy, so why the f*ck they goin' down me now
I'ma sign my deal, I'ma get my binges, that shit been my dream for a while

Switch my flow, I'm in that mode, I do the stupid shit in real life
I f*ck that hoe, I f*ck this hoe, I said it once, I wont tell you twice
They be actin' like killers and gangsters, in real life, they all some mice
They go snitch and talk to the feds, if they ever gonna fight that life
All it takes is one call, like Superman, lil' bitch, I'm gon' be there
And when I get my money, less is Brody, f*ck, these hoes I won't share

Like, nah, for real, shootas lurking, hungry, drivin
In that field, we off a pill, spin again till we get dizzy
If we see him, grab that kill, bitch, I'm vicious when I see him
Yeah, I'm ready to pounce for real, we was servin them pounds for real
Ride round dirty clutchin steel

Told my mama when I was a little boy I'll make it
She told me keep your eyes up on your goalIf you want it then go chase it
And these bitches always bogus
I ain't feelin' what they fakin', all these goofies be so phony
Want my life then bitch, come take it
I got the recipe Tell all my partners I know I'ma make it out of these trenches
I got the recipe, to all your problems too, just focus and you gonna get it
And if they say that they got a problem with you, then get your Glock and go hit it
Go slide twoman, double-man, lil' miss, got a mask on, right, all this pain, can't feel it
All these bitches, I swear to they trippin', they can't knock me off none of my pivots
So why the f*ck they distract the youngins, lil' bitch get a too big for her britches
That lil' bitch gettin too big for her pants
Want that money I need them bands
They gon' be surprised when I'm up there all by myself, don't need no band
I'm tryna change my ways, but demons in my head say do it again
They tellin' me, go spend like every night, cause they know that I can
I'm in my room, I'm all alone, ain't trustin', no, bitch, not again
And you gotta watch out for them snakes up in the grass, they might be your friend
Gotta shoota, he be with it, call him up, you turn to a ghost
And everybody nowadays been actin' real, cant tell who foes
Like, nah, for real
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Like, nah, for real
Shootas lurky hungry drivin' in that field we off a pill

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