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it all I got no points no prove
Looking at the top now I be there soon
I done piped my crew up bitch no bummy shit
How you niggas beefing you ain't

glock got yourself locked
I'm just in downtown with your bitch
Yeah I like it when she hold my blick
She got a trigger finger
And she gonna shoot quick

and Countretto up in the heat man
With these drums I let my top make the beat man
Shoot my bang bang leave em dead in the streets man
Hollow points fly out of my

points ass nigga, he talkin' shit
Don't even shoot, I'm bout to choke this nigga Bad bitch, she shakin' ass, she like, come poke this nigga
You ain't gotta

on her like a nigga on skis. She fine, she thick, that ass a 10

You bounce that ass over here, I'm diving in
That ass automatic, can you drive a stick

booty hello
I might shoot my shot, 3-point deep mellow

I'm smooth I lay, she move like J-Lo
Big booty move quick, ugh, when I say so
Big Ke in this

alike
I'm not confused about my point of view I won't pretend your rap is tight
I'll call you on your racist views and don't think I ain't battled mine

growth (Yessir)
Some growing takes time, that's something i know
As long you get to the point you can glow
Then we don't stop we keepin it rollin (Rollen)

Muhammad Ali

Killin every menace like Muhammad Ali
Bomb on these rappers like Nagasaki
Haters point shits like a grammar Nazi
And I'm so raw they wanna

Terrorist everywhere instilling a whole heap of fear 
They have us in gun sight, trying to prove to the World their point
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

We sat

got it out the mud and I stacked every penny
Now i got plenty bad bitch lookin pretty
Fully automatic semi it don't matter cause I got em both
Gimmie

of an honest man
Blessed be the bombed land
On hand like a pistol
Goddamn, it's biblical
Shoot that bitch dead and just move on with your lyrics dude
Bruh I feel

bread I only had hope
Hell nah I cannot trust one
Is u gone shoot or u toting for fun
Sum young niggas don’t a Gun
Really got hands to put you on buns

get blasted
Glock automatic
Extendos and ladders
50 round drum
You think I’m dumb
You know where I’m from
Double my E’s
Hollows in pistols
We bangin'

know
Should I call up my dad
I don’t know
Or should I sit and relax
Maybe
Till this point is just crazy
Shit I probably got a Mercedes
Hold up, go crazy

Beast mode when ya boy is in the booth
Where I'm somethin' like a lion
But ya boy be the truth
At the same time
Spittin' automatic in a loop
So I

its hard to find
Gotta get them numbers up golden coins mega bucks
Stretch my soul calibur with no points and no stamina
When niggas thought I fell off

at
If they shoot at me then I'm clappin' back
Fuck nah bruh I ain't havin' that
Cuz it's like that for them niggas
And if I point all my niggas gone go

tell you hate
You can't fuckin' relate
Too much pride to congratulate
Ain't surprised one bit, keep throwing your tantrums
You'd shoot me point blank

range give em the whole clip
Tryna pull up on every opp and give them halos
Send so many shots like a 3 point shoot out
Sticks and drums like Nick Cannon

the booth 
Shooters really shoot
I’m automatic wit’ it
The clip is fully loaded
Carlito, let me finish
This a pennant race
I’m built for first place
Checkered

outer-space
So
I'm from the Rez, I don't care
Shoot
I eat powdered eggs
I started chewing Skoal when I was five
And this one time I even fell down into

trappin
Imma buy me a glock
Wit a switch
Imma 30 the stick
Issa full automatic
Told my mama
We gonna be rich
I continued to hustle
Back then I was trappin

a rude boy I point you out like a selector.
You want my DNA you pay for my clone,
I'm coming at you hard body with some Hits Of Stone,
Man you messing with