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12 in the morning
Pop shells for a living
And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute
Rogue wave on you ****s no fail when I hit em
Everytime I see a pig
I don't hesitate to kill em
Ain't nobody give a **** about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool
Imma cool with my youngins
This K at you niggas
**** a gang affiliated with nothing but my name
Man I don't give a **** about a mother **** po
Imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother **** door
Man I don't give a **** about a mother **** po
Imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother **** door
People be starving
And people be killing for food
With that crack and that spoon
But these rich niggas they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin good
Holdin steel Glocks but
You been a ****suck a thick ****
**** a crip walk hit the strip like in bangkok
Never ever see me ever trip bout a lil broad
See me on the tv screamin '**** you a damn fraud
And you dont wanna **** with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati better duck fore ya brain
Splatter on the concrete imma hit you with that 45
Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bowtie lookin like a thriller
Film **** imma go right back with the clip in I know
You be shakin dont test me ****
I might just click at yo noggin
Man I don't give a **** about a mother **** po
Imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother **** door
Man I don't give a **** about a mother **** po
Imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother **** door