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(FreshDuzIt) You hear me? DJ Booker Yeah man, DJ Booker, real talk Ayy, yeah, yeah I walk in the trap, b*t*h get on the floor B*t*h you know why I came, just give me the dope He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor Tied up with this Glock and you know I'ma blow Ay, kidnap him then he give a headed Bullets come down from the top like confetti I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it Should've rent a UPS 'cause the pack get heavy Get hit with this fire, b*t*h I bet you gon' holler Don't f**k with the snakes, but it's some on my collar And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner Catchin' plays in the field, Polamalu N***a he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me Wish a f**k n***a would take my money Exotic my runts, this sh*t is not crummy He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him They like "what is you smokin'?" Lil' b*t*h it's the rapper weed I keep watching my back 'cause I know n***as after me If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon' shoot after me B*t*h it's murder for hire, you can't join the faculty B*t*h, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's B*t*h I'm high as the sky, I'm up here with the factories B*t*h I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me B*t*h I'm handin' out shots like I'm making a daiquiri "NLE ain't got no money" Ha, ha, ha, lil' b*t*h you funny "NLE ain't out here gunning" I'll get a n***a wrapped up like a mummy I did it again, repeated offender If he acting fruity, put him in a blender If a n***a want smoke, we gon' make him surrender He was breaking the rules, my n***as suspend him Get him out of here Get him out of here He breaking the rules, my n***as suspend him They don't get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62's We keep straps like suspenders, no cap Came in this b*t*h with the Glock Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time Always gotta keep me two nines Glock 19 put a hit through your spine Get a n***a whacked, then put him in a rhyme Jiffy cornbread, think she want some jiffy cornbread d**k I put it in and makes her saying that he plotting on a jit It's bodies with this sh*t Get wet like toilet, potties in this b*t*h Bin Laden with this stick My n***as sendin' shots up in this b*t*h Yo' n***as gettin' hit You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick We always in some sh*t, no cap I just hotboxed the drop-top Threw away a hot Glock Put the dope up in my sock, the police tried to search my crotch B*t*h I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot Cause I'm really that n***a, they know I'ma stepper And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a rebel B*t*h, my bullets got ba** we ain't worried 'bout no treble Boy who is you talkin, to? You better settle B*t*h I'm a volcano, 'cause I'm finna melt him Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him Kill if I tell him Hunnid round drum for a f**k n***a, lay down NLE the Top Shotta Got a whole motherf**kin' K round and the Drac' sound Love the way the Drac' sound Make a n***a lay down F**k is you talkin' 'bout I really just ran that
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