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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young
You better tell ya man with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm J-Lo going through niggaz
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta like

Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on the street that's fully
Find our hole and your chest, just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty bitch we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm out and I tend to agree
So you should watch you saying if it's intended for me
So be what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that get to talking like

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now it's just me and my nuts, all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them up like Earl
the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a handle

And I'm text like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of pistols
I point my gun at ya make ya own folks hit ya
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the the size of Lil' Fate
And I'm wavin' choppers helicopters
You gon' hella doctors when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit
Us you mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with
on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga this click
My grip sound like this

Now what, who they day fucked
When I cock and load the cake, bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with bra
shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me I'm landing
to nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size pad
So flip the script and tell your it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got bananas for you and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my are always talking about
squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a drum roll, it

got no nerve
They got no
got no nerve
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