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(Wait hol' up, This ABeats)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose)
Come with that motherfuckin' bag
We gon' get you together i'ma tell you
On my mama and yours
Ayy Dolo, we shootin' outside

First grade, was to myself
I never liked to play
Woke up, grabbed the stick like
"Who gon' die today?"
When it come to murder, I don't hesitate
I was in that bottom just the other day
You niggas rap 'bout kids, I'm
Bring out that yellow tape
Put his feet up in the air
That's what Osama say
Dissin' on the 'net
I'm tryna see how many your take
Every time they comе around
We treat it like a holiday
Aimin' for his hеad, took off a ear
He ain't listen anyway
I might pop out in your
Section with my weapon
Ain't no checkin' in
All the killers give me my respect
They know I get it in
Ain't nothin' on this bitch, I need
Her mouth, I tell her, "Get it right"
(Get it right)
Clutchin' on my stick all up in class
You can ask FunnyMike
Ain't gotta rep on bodies
Bitch, I got 'em, if you know you know
Pull up, servin' niggas door to door
We just like Domino's
And I know what to do when
Pussy niggas wanna do the most
Treat 'em, just like strippers, drop a bag
They shakin' by they toes
Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad
I'll prolly spend a dub
Trollin' on the 'Gram to get some fame
That nigga die for a buzz
Last time we heard him speak
He said he'd come and wipe my nose
They ain't even cry about that
Nigga since his funeral (Turn me up)

It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your partner up, he a tissue
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your dawg up, he a tissue
Grrah, what that switch do
Pick your dad up, he a tissue
(Pick your mans up)
Grrah, what that switch do
Pick your cousin up, he a tissue
(Pick your mans up)
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your partner up, he a tissue
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your dawg up, he a tissue

What you mean, Gucci slippers in here?
Only nigga in the penitentiary with the red
Gucci slides, man, that ain't Blood shit
Man wait hold up, man, that's Gucci's, man
Come, come with that motherfuckin' bag
We gon' get you together i'ma tell you
On my mama and yours
From now on, I got hella investments
Let's go, let's go, let's go war time