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Damn it, Franchise, you did it again Ay no yak when we speak And it's broad day when we creep We do it at night too Anyway, any day, we gon' get at you And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it What I say? Ayy Big boy K, but I want me a mini Shots rang out on the block like a scrimmage Lean in the cup, we ain't sippin' no Remy How many shots I got? Bitch, I got plenty Nigga want beef, so we gave his ass Denny's Screamin' "Suck my dick" while they give me my sentence Didn't mean to do it, I just had adrenaline Catch his body, watch the drop, and repeat it Break down the brick, then I get a percentage I'm fuckin' two bitches, I think that they twinin' Momma keep tellin' me "Just stop the sinnin'" I'm sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin' Mortal Kombat, get my clip, gotta finish Cold with the Glock, shoot shit like Bennett Shotta Flow Chop, bitch I'm comin' like a menace I fucked up the 20s (yea, yea) It's a whole lot of money and drugs on the couch Letras de cancionesBitch, I'm reppin' my gang, you see on the banner If I hop out this car, bitch you know I'ma stab him Make that boy see the light, so you know I'm a lamppost Fucked up in my head, I go on a tantrum I set examples, all the niggas they scramble I ain't even gon' send no diss, I'm Rambo I'ma up with this bitch and then shoot you like Rambo Creep in yo' bushes, my hoodie is camo Put a bullet in the mullet and drive home Don't you pull it, I'ma aim at the rival Movin' them bricks, caution tape, and a towel Get that bitch, I'ma fuck get, get guts I don't know what you got goin', take this nut Don't run when I put this thumb in yo' butt Stupid ass hoe fucked up my nut Bitch I got so mad, damn near smacked her with the Glock Smack her 'cross the head, I'ma make her do a Diddy Bop Ridin' on the opps, know we got the East on lock Walk to the officer, then say "Fuck cops" Chop got a mop, I'ma clean the whole block If I miss me a drop, I'ma skrt off the lot Catch me a goofy, I'ma drop the whole flock For the lock and the slot Beat him 'til he blood clot If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it Pussy ass nigga, he ain't caught no body Why he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin' Take his strap, he ain't even no target Shoot him at target, so I hit my target He wanted to bargain, but I started sparkin' He had a bright future, he made me a dark one Shouldn't camp by the bushes Dropped dead, they was talkin' If he go under, how the fuck he gon' speak? If he go under, how the fuck he gon' creep? If he go under, how his momma gon' sleep? If he go under, how his son gon' eat? Too late 'cause his tank on E Empty in my soul, no misery I don't think that the fuck nigga feelin' me This pussy tried to blemish me Lemon squeeze, I shoot with ease Get what I want, and I got what I need Born arrow shooter, he Cherokee Yo' shooter be foolish, JaVale McGee If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it Pussy ass nigga, he ain't caught no body Why he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin' Take his strap, he ain't even no target He ain't even no target Nobody lookin' for you Why he got a gun? Slow ass lil nigga Go get you a drop 'Fore yo' ass get popped From Letras Mania