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Go Out Witta Bang!
by Lil P3dro Da Goat
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I catch bags I don't catch feelings
Feel like Wayne when he had no ceilings
I'm high yea on top of the building
Blood money making a killing
I see 12 I'm gone I'm peeling
Fresh she think I'm appealing
I'm not a civilian
I'm with them niggas who juugin n dealing
I'm with them Zoes who be robbing n stealing
Go broke again i'ma rob for a million
Go out witta bang
I'm not a rapper I don't entertain
Never got roped I'm off of the chain
Throwing it up making it rain
Bro throwing up he was popping them thangs
Try some dumb n we popping ya brain
NBA shit never broke again
Only got bros no I don't got friends
She got a friend I'm calling up twin
Bad lil bih no discipline
Hit me a lick then do it again
They don't want me to win
I feel like Gucci no pad no pen
Naw I ain't fighting
Choppa uppercut the fuck out yo chin
Kush in the air I'm blessing the wind
If I go to mall i'm spending bout 10
They counted me out cause I go in
No juice n gin I'm feeling like snoop
High as fuck no parachute
Standing on business might need a suit
Do it B.I.G gimmie the loot
Give me the loot I need every dollar
High school i was the cherry popper
Love it when she call me big papa
Lost her she was talking Gucci n Prada
She not my baby she suck me like baba
Bust my nut then bitch I'll holla
Chop go boom chakalaka
Spittin like wake flocka
Ain't no hope for the doctor
Spazzing out like mr Crocker
I was the one with the bags in my locker
She threatened to leave hoe ain't gon stop ya
On to the next
Pushing this weight then I go flex
Geeked up feel like i'm dex
All about money drugs n sex
I catch bags I don't catch feelings
Feel like Wayne when he had no ceilings
I'm high yea on top of the building
Blood money making a killing
I see 12 I'm gone I'm peeling
Fresh she think I'm appealing
I'm not a civilian
I'm with them niggas who juugin n dealing
I'm with them Zoes who be robbing n stealing
Go broke again i'ma rob for a million
Go out witta bang
I'm not a rapper I don't entertain
Never got roped I'm off of the chain
Throwing it up making it rain
Bro throwing up he was popping them thangs
Try some dumb n we popping ya brain
I catch bags I don't catch feelings
Feel like Wayne when he had no ceilings
I'm high yea on top of the building
Blood money making a killing
I see 12 I'm gone I'm peeling
Fresh she think I'm appealing
I'm not a civilian
I'm with them niggas who juugin n dealing
I'm with them Zoes who be robbing n stealing
Go broke again i'ma rob for a million
Go out witta bang
I'm not a rapper I don't entertain
Never got roped I'm off of the chain
Throwing it up making it rain
Bro throwing up he was popping them thangs
Try some dumb n we popping ya brain
NBA shit never broke again
Only got bros no I don't got friends
She got a friend I'm calling up twin
Bad lil bih no discipline
Hit me a lick then do it again
They don't want me to win
I feel like Gucci no pad no pen
Naw I ain't fighting
Choppa uppercut the fuck out yo chin
Kush in the air I'm blessing the wind
If I go to mall i'm spending bout 10
They counted me out cause I go in
No juice n gin I'm feeling like snoop
High as fuck no parachute
Standing on business might need a suit
Do it B.I.G gimmie the loot
Give me the loot I need every dollar
High school i was the cherry popper
Love it when she call me big papa
Lost her she was talking Gucci n Prada
She not my baby she suck me like baba
Bust my nut then bitch I'll holla
Chop go boom chakalaka
Spittin like wake flocka
Ain't no hope for the doctor
Spazzing out like mr Crocker
I was the one with the bags in my locker
She threatened to leave hoe ain't gon stop ya
On to the next
Pushing this weight then I go flex
Geeked up feel like i'm dex
All about money drugs n sex
I catch bags I don't catch feelings
Feel like Wayne when he had no ceilings
I'm high yea on top of the building
Blood money making a killing
I see 12 I'm gone I'm peeling
Fresh she think I'm appealing
I'm not a civilian
I'm with them niggas who juugin n dealing
I'm with them Zoes who be robbing n stealing
Go broke again i'ma rob for a million
Go out witta bang
I'm not a rapper I don't entertain
Never got roped I'm off of the chain
Throwing it up making it rain
Bro throwing up he was popping them thangs
Try some dumb n we popping ya brain
