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IntroIt's clipping., bitchWhat do they need? Powder, weed or Adderall? Let them in slow Settle them in Cali', and know when they step in the doors and seeing all the hoes Cutting coke in the kitchen and cooking over the stove Ain't wearing none of their clothes and it's closed and it go like that Never wanna have to show the strap But you got one And it got drums that hold hundreds of bills Old and crumpled And real soldiers humbling Huddling round their heaters Competing for millimeters Like "Who cock the biggest?" What you got significant? Locked and loaded, on Patron and peyote hallucinatin' The realest shit going on with the homies the only way to get over it Is to get your weight up, and pray over all of the bodies Of border walking killers is hiding beside the fact of the matter The guts will splatter at will Every bunny in the jungle know it's kill or be killed Come get it It ain't no fun If it ain't cocaine in the system buddy But I ain't got none To do it the way OG's banging Bitch wanna get sprayed to run And getting away with it anyway Anybody can get it Get it? Got it Goddamn it Can't believe today was a good day When it seem like every other day is a hood day Do you see the irony? He don't know nothing about it This murder ain't bout nothing but Murdering snitches and burning bridges with all the bitches who used to swing on the dick like it's good for physical fitness You fitting to, but no bullshitting Well better start hitting switches in that Low, low Drop it until it about to hit the floor, floor Can't nobody stop it when it go, go Gadget on a ratchet like a hatchet How she chop and screw the dick up licking after all the wood That been blowed good And blowed up Get thowed and running up in the guts and busting Come get it Woop, Woop That's the sound of the end of the party. Chew up the molly Quick, pick up all the guns and get rowdy Better be the best if they trying to be the definition of every of hood motherfuckers contorted vision They snorting the game Sporting the flyest of fashion passionately Wanna get some action, then better make sure the camera can see The fuck wanna enter in a war with a veteran? Who got a score to settle with motherfuckers for medelling? You think about the kettle, the pot has been plotting blowing until blue And they face crews Wanna be true Claiming that you Pocket or not Back it up drop All that you got Into the bag Make it a tax write-off Take it right off that ass Now flip it Dip it Brake it The foot on the gas Go ahead and clip it Pop it, shake it And make it go fast The days of painting for fascination a thing of the past Well, get your paper or partner You talking cash, they talking fast Come get it |