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(Damn, Spancy)

[Hook]
Told my shorties go load up they guns
Everybody 'round me going on hits
4 automatic, 4 hunnid round drums
Where you gon' run, when it's you and that switch
Wasn't on sh*t, you was running yo' tongue
I don't feel bad, n*gga, that's what you get
You knew you was dissin' on 8 in them songs
So why you ain't leave out the house wit' yo blick
n*gga huh

[Verse]
Why you ain't leave out the house wit' yo' burner
Same opp hoe tried to set me up, bro caught her ass slippin right down, Lil Turner
Got a phone call, "Like bro, where you at?", jus' give me the go right now, I'ma burn her
All my shorties be out here splurgin', purgin', he ain't even got no lеarners
You don't want no beef wit' no killa (Huh?)
You don't wanna smoke wit' a n*gga like mе (Na)
Yo' favorite rapper a b*tch, he pus*y (He pus*y)
I done seen n*gga get dropped by the 3
12 on my ass about a few of them murders
They don't got proof, but they know it was me
They say my brotha gave out information
They know Kshordy get creeper than creep
I was one deep when I stepped on yo' n*gga
I don't duck sh*t, boy, you know how I be
I'ma lay down, if you speak on Osama, I'ma wait at yo' crib, I don't care if you sleep
I done did time and got shot me at, n*gga, and stood on all ten, boy, these n*ggas ain't me
I took a L tryna jump in these streets, for real, but f*ck it, they know I'ma G
You dropped a dime on when they picked up yo n*gga, you woulda kept quiet, he woulda been free
You shoulda kept that lil' change in yo' pocket, and kept that sh*t silent, it woulda been beat
These n*ggas claim they a 100 and rockin but get caught in that jam then that n*gga gon squeak
That's why I ride through this b*tch by myself, if it ain't on my lap, then that b*tch under the seat
Better stay with that heat, 'cause these n*ggas be slidin'
Gotta think twice, 'cause them crackas be ridin'
I was out East, like a day before last, I can put it on Spazz, man these n*ggas be hidin'
I be on go, Cracka keep telling me no, we 2 up on the sco', we suppose to be vibin
I seen a n*gga hit two in one cutta, and the crazy thing about it, that n*gga was drivin' (Damn, Spancy)
It go down in the city, this sh*t violent
Its DOA when they turn on them sirens
When you down bad the whole world say, f*ck you
When you doing good, these b*tches be dialin'
I seen a whole lotta sh*t in these streets
When you get in beef, boy, them bodies be pilin'
Will got a n*gga locked up for a murder, and back on the block, man these n*ggas be wildin'
b*tch SnitchK, I ain't doing no tellin' (No tellin')
n*ggas wanna talk, I ain't doing no yellin'
I ain't tryna fight, I ain't doing no sweatin (Boom, boom)
I ain't trustin' no hoe, these b*tches be settin'
If she don't wanna f*ck, let her go, I ain't beggin' (b*tch)
These hoes for the team, I ain't finna be stressin'
I ain't no come up, b*tch, I ain't yo blessin'
Only got love for my blick and my section
Brudda got beef, gotta stay with my heat, while I'm runnin these streets, never leaving my weapon
If I ain't at the house, my momma can't sleep so I'm playing for keeps, she ain't finna be stressin
I done got shot 'bout 4-5 times, still slangin that iron, I ain't learn no lesson
You can say what you want, my opps be lying, them n*ggas be dying they momma be stressi
[Hook]
Told my shorties go load up they guns
Everybody 'round me going on hits
4 automatic, 4 hunnid round drums
Where you gon' run, when it's you and that switch
Wasn't on sh*t, you was running yo' tongue
I don't feel bad, n*gga, that's what you get
You knew you was dissin' on 8 in them songs
So why you ain't leave out the house wit' yo blick (Damn, Spancy)