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Lyrics : Thug Poetry

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...safety
Poppin' all these Perc-ies, hope the lord don't take me
Everybody gonna die, so a n***a gotta face it
Hop out of that coupe with that Draco and it's a man down
Put one up in his head leave him dead, make him lay down
Couple D's on this Choppa, yeah you know that we tote a hundred rounds
Suppressor on the barrel, when I shoot It won't make a sound
B*t*h, I fell in love with killin', man that sh*t it make me happy
My n***as that be wit' it, they ain't growin' wit' a daddy
B*t*h I'm robbin' the plug, if that n***a try to tax me
If I ain't got, then my n***a got it, I ain't lacking
I was sittin' up in juvenile askin' when I'm getting out
Trappin' at my mama house, [?] comin' in and out
Used to getting kicked out, had to sleep on Trey couch
Now I got a mansion, the size of the white house
Four shots, five shots, six shots, ooh
Screamin' f**k my teacher cause I dropped out of school
Remember askin' mama to just buy me some shoes
I was just hittin' licks...