Guns banging like the trunk
I was with it from the jump
We got guns, we don't jump
We don't run, we don't jump
We got clips, we be rolled up
Them bullets flying, heroed up
I just got a check, it zeroed up
Straight three pointers, free throw what?
Smokin' Tooka with the guys
I got a big gun, large fries
Countin' money, don't ask where I get it, why?
I just got a chopper I sprayed it flies
Pussy boy you just jumped off the bump
You'se a Lil Mouse, a lil chump
I swear I was wit it from the jump
I'm not from the back, I'm from the front
I wasn't playin' in the back, I played outside
Doin' drills, shooting up rides
I was scared when it was dark outside
That opp shit, that did not fly
Tadoe ass a little bug
He retarded, he a nut
Hey, get him a gun, he gone bust
No talkin', he gone bust
He got 50 thou for me to perform, it ain't enough
I might take, I don't give no fuck
Rich young nigga but my car savaged up
Vroom-vroom-vroom, scooter, scooter, scooter
I heard these niggas after me but this ain't what they want
50 in the clip, and a 100 zips of skunk
I just caught that ass bitch Fuck Takeoff, I'm finna launch
Load up these clips, and we fill em up
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