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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we plying if you try to get our payin'
A.K's get ta like

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

Hammers, jam 'em, 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, him, teared him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or
Now just me and my nuts, that's 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 a pearl handle

And I'm throwing like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns they came from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
I my gun at ya homeboy 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 clip the size of Lil'
And I'm wavin' like helicopters
You need hella doctors when the glock go

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

Now what, who want day fucked
When I and load the cake, bust bust?
Y'all cowards play tough, and my we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Stallone
So thurr for you invest in a vest for ya dome
I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and your woman it's your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
your back crack, got the gat back like

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

They got no
got no nerve
They got no
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