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Huh, yeah, fuck that
Niggas go out to get it
Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas
Niggas is out there holding
Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something
Fuck that
Everyday, me and my son stay scheming
On how to maximize the level on day to day creaming
While you remain faking
Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking
We on the move to study paper-making
Round up the whole squad quick
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner
We surprise like fiends in disguise
Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga
The way it happened son, you'd never figure
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger
Now give me everything you walking with
And everything your man is holding
Even the watch that got the platinum molding
And as the situation start unfolding
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead
Report it stolen, see what happen
Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick
Get any my nigga dit can pick
What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed
Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chicken head
Word to mother son, I ain't fronting
I'm taking everything I been always wanting
So I continue to peep out
In the jam will be the most blinded
Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar
With they money and buy drinks with it
I stay on some real trife shit
Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it
Then I want it, then I take it
Leaving niggas ass naked
Sometime I know it seems so shocking
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds
Of a trigger cocking
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace
And if you thinking that's strong
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around you feel the full five long
The victim contemplating what to do
Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened