What? What? We started this shit, man (Huh?) We fathered this shit, man (For real, we did) For real
Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty Thirty on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry Shells get to raining, gettin' wet up, huh? Fall and your ass won't get up, nah Bitch, I get busy with choppers and Glizzies I'm ridin' through the city, this Glock got no safety Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin', you crazy Bad bitch from another country, foreign Slam dunk all on the pussy, scoring Nigga, I'm on to the next, she boring Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'? Bands on me, money won't fold, damn Leprechaun, where is me gold bands? Can't catch the drip, you got no hands I ain't got opps, I got all fans I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin' them You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them? Hoppin' up out of them Astro vans Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from 'em We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke 'em like angel dust Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us Glizzies on every gang member that came wit us Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us
How you gon' war with a god, a beast? You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we would dust yo' ass off, sweepin' You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin' Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us (Nah) They don't wanna war wit us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us (Nah) They don't wanna war wit us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD Nah, they don't need no aim, say what? Hitting niggas up close range, layups Two hands, I'm rocking the metal I'm hot like the devil, I bury your block like a shovel Hit your ass all in your neck, now your head on your chest Look like Olympic gold medals (Hahaha) Switchin' gears, swervin' through traffic, stop us I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa Boy, when we roll up we bustin', blocka Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco Hollow tips spinning like cyclones FaceTime a nigga like iPhone Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh Call that bitch drop dead gorgeous, damn
I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the Tin Man Going against me is like crawling through quicksand Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man Some call me grandson, some call me hitman (Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman (Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman Some call me grandson (Bitch, bitch, some call me hitman)
How you gonna war with a god? A beast? You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin' You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin' Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us They ain't want a war wit us, nah Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us They ain't want a war wit us, nah Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
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