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Ha (Ha, ha) They got me fucked up if they thinking I ain't gon' rock out (Rock out, rock out) (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe) They got me fucked up if they thinking I ain't gon' rock out like I'm pussy Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on the Glock, hit like a fully Holding thirty shots, skraight with my rod Wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes We screaming, "Fuck a nine to five," I'm on the block gripping a toolie All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, rundown, chopper, make the gun sound I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle Can't go nowhere without that banger 'cause my life wild Nigga ran up on me then we sprayed him, I'm talking lights out Wе do the dash in that Durango Jumped out with that pipe out So tеll 'em pipe down My grandma told me that I'm close to my casket, that's why I keep a ratchet Thirty clip on me with that stick in the backseat Lets see who 'bout that action Switch on that MAC, yeah we gon' up it and blast it, this bitch a automatic He made a diss, wait 'til the day that we catch him, we gon' see who really savage I had to cut off my lil' bitch for treating me like I'm average Jump out that tree gripping that stick and let that fuck nigga have it Load up them Glocks, walk down the street, we gon' do this shit here forever Extension stock, G23, I'm tryna knock off a rapper Letras de cancionesI'm on my block, boy, come and creep, I don't think you want no real static I don't give a fuck 'bout who got beat, it's 'bout who got turned to ashes We steady passin' out skretchers, tats on my back, Famous Dexter I'm from the bottom of the 'jects, we bang 6-0 in my section Girl, you ain't more than my best friend, I only trust in that Wesson We hit the A, I-95 then bought some Glocks out the West End .223 and .556, I bet it cave that boy chest in Realest shit I heard from my lil' partner is like load up and let's spin They got me fucked up if they thinking I ain't gon' rock out like I'm pussy Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on the Glock, hit like a fully Holding thirty shots, skraight with my rod Wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes We screaming, "Fuck a nine to five," I'm on the block gripping a toolie All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, rundown, chopper, make the gun sound I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle Can't go nowhere without that banger 'cause my life wild Nigga ran up on me then we sprayed him, I'm talking lights out We do the dash in that Durango Jumped out with that pipe out So tell 'em pipe down (Pipe down) From Letras Mania