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Yea back the fuck up If you leechin now Twin tucked glocks What I'm reachin for Money pile up But I stay low, you Never know what People plottin for Been true to myself When I'm the low Been losing some folks Well fuck them now Always all up in your business like they Feel entitled Callin you for money then callin you their idol I be on my own shit I be in my zone shit I be getting bonus Points When there's dead corpses When there's red dots Multi headshot Zoinks Santi got yo bitch in a headlock Dam Make her swallow up my kids Then I give the bitch a kiss Santi hella dirty, bitch And if she ain't suckin dick Oh well Wish you well Andre back up in this bitch! Like Snoop said Barra barra bum It's the mofuckin OG From the O-Town Heat When I spit Like I'm down south Zip up your bitch Fuckin loudmouth All these bitches do is pout Stimulus comin Shit got me jumpin Wasn't the first band I got Never really one to plot But never tempt me All this little pain fuckin helps me All this bit of rage it refuels The V8 tank That couple years back Was on empty Nah real shit Motherfuckers talkin down on my name What a shame Only when you diss me I be talkin on your name This Isn't where you think it's aimed Mofucka hit my phone when you Get some better pen game Get some better friends wait Now to redirect aim At these fuckin no names Like I said I ain't gon say names But if this Offends you then Mofucka stay Outta my way Outta my zone Outta my face Outta my phone Yea! As a Matter of fact Go back to your little bitty raps Gimme kitty raps Pullin gimmicks Pullin mimics Same motherfuckas To be hoppin in the back Of the bandwagon Lights, Camera, Action When they askin Yo lemme hop up on a track Y'all stay cappin Never gonna wake up After gettin geeked up And you're left with nothing But a cap in yo back A price that you pay When you mofuckas keep actin