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(FreshDuzIt)

You hear me?

DJ Booker

Yeah man, DJ Booker, real talk

Ayy, yeah, yeah

I walk in the trap, bitch get on the floor

Bitch you know why I came, just give me the dope

He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor

Tied up with this Glock and you know I'ma blow

Ay, kidnap him then he give a headed

Bullets come down from the top like confetti

I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it

Should've rent a UPS 'cause the pack get heavy

Get hit with this fire, bitch I bet you gon' holler

Don't fuck with the snakes, but it's some on my collar

And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner

Catchin' plays in the field, Polamalu

Nigga he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me

Wish a fuck nigga would take my money

Exotic my runts, this shit is not crummy

He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him

They like "what is you smokin'?"

Lil' bitch it's the rapper weed

I keep watching my back 'cause I know niggas after me

If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon' shoot after me

Bitch it's murder for hire, you can't join the faculty

Bitch, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's

Bitch I'm high as the sky, I'm up here with the factories

Bitch I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me

Bitch I'm handin' out shots like I'm making a daiquiri

"NLE ain't got no money"

Ha, ha, ha, lil' bitch you funny

"NLE ain't out here gunning"

I'll get a nigga wrapped up like a mummy

I did it again, repeated offender

If he acting fruity, put him in a blender

If a nigga want smoke, we gon' make him surrender

He was breaking the rules, my niggas suspend him

Get him out of here

Get him out of here

He breaking the rules, my niggas suspend him

They don't get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62's

We keep straps like suspenders, no cap

Came in this bitch with the Glock

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time

Always gotta keep me two nines

Glock 19 put a hit through your spine

Get a nigga whacked, then put him in a rhyme

Jiffy cornbread, think she want some jiffy cornbread dick

I put it in and makes her saying that he plotting on a jit

It's bodies with this shit

Get wet like toilet, potties in this bitch

Bin Laden with this stick

My niggas sendin' shots up in this bitch

Yo' niggas gettin' hit

You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick

We always in some shit, no cap

I just hotboxed the drop-top

Threw away a hot Glock

Put the dope up in my sock, the police tried to search my crotch

Bitch I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops

Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot

Cause I'm really that nigga, they know I'ma stepper

And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a rebel

Bitch, my bullets got bass we ain't worried 'bout no treble

Boy who is you talkin, to? You better settle

Bitch I'm a volcano, 'cause I'm finna melt him

Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him

And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him

Kill if I tell him

Hunnid round drum for a fuck nigga, lay down

NLE the Top Shotta

Got a whole motherfuckin' K round and the Drac' sound

Love the way the Drac' sound

Make a nigga lay down

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout

I really just ran that