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Lets go, lets go
Yeah, lets go
They say that we creepin', I'm gon' introduce that demon
All that fake shit, I be peepin', nigga, tell me what's the reason

Bitch, I'm gon' lay a nigga out, leave a cold on that cement
and i ain't soul-searchin', bitch, you hiding I ain't seekin
Hollows got him twitchin' and screamin', he been havin' a hard time breathin
He been havin' some problems readin,  tell his mama I'm the reason

Get on your ass whenever I see you, tell them niggas it's that season
Smokin' him and him and you, my brother tellin' me stop chiefin
I been on they ass for days, don't give a f*ck about no case
Run em down and put em up, we put these niggas in they place

Run up on me if you wanna, you get shot inside your face
We don't pay no games, bitch, this ain't hide and seek, hoe, ain't no base
These niggass ain't gettin' no sleep, I been out here slidin' for eight days
Spin on your block with AKs, we put eight opps in eight graves

Chopper gon' hit his heart, f*ck up his body, he on life support
Bitch, I'm ballin', drillin' and shootin' shit, on and off the court
Nigga, I'm in your city, my Glock is holdin' bout 50, my choppa it got some titties
We walk down, we don't show no pity

Shoot him in his back and stand over him, make sure that he ain't livin
I got hella blues in my pocket, when I go drill, y'all think I'm crippin
I got triss and I got red and I got lean, too
I got percs and I got xans and I got green, too

Get up with me, I'm tryna show you what this beam do
Put it on your head and blow the Glock, say, I aint seein' you
They pick you up, then put you on that stretcher, they gon' freeze you
Hollow tips melt this body on the street, they can't even clean you

7.62 gon' hit him, ain't no playin', they don't tease you
If you wann fight, put up your hands and box, I knock your ass out just like Creed, you
Oh, yeah, I'm back in this bitch, run up on me, play like I'm pussy, you get whacked in this bitch
Like I'm workin' at Lids, you run up, you get capped in this bitch

You crazy if you think I'm lackin', I got strap in this bitch
And I got Scrapp in this bitch
Send him up, yeah, we gotta send him up, he tryna play with me
Bitch its K.T.R. big, M.O.B., bitch, we don't play for free

Leave him on the street, them shots let off, know I'm gon' pay for keeps
If I get sick, I'm still, gon spin that block, I got my K with me
If I run up in your trap, bitch, I want everything you got
Put the blick up to his face, he try to leave the parking lot

Catch him at the store, he with his kids, but he won't leave that parking spot
You don't get stripes for shootin' kids, they get that pass, but they gon' see a lot
Get satisfaction from gunshots, caught his ass one shot
Red dot, headshot, hollow tips, dead shot

You play with me, I be up in your dreams, I got your bed hot
Got you trippin', bitch, I'm on your TV screen, don't call the feds now
K-T-R-M-O-B
Go

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