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Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
One eight seven on your f*cking kids

Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
One eight seven on your f*cking kids

This an execution you n*ggas want no static
Twenty coupes forty goons with eighty automatics
Im Mr.Fantastic cause all my clips elastic
Flashing all that plastic will leave you in a casket
Bodies missing magic they say im psychopathic
But i just play with matches then bodies burn to ashes
Havoc is a habit addicted like an addict
Murder commonly attracts to me like a magnet n*gga

Addicted like and addict
Kill the beat i stab it
I just want the cash b*tch
My haters looking sad sh*t
Diamonds on me Randy Savage
Im getting head from a bad b*tch
She asking me about my fashion(yuh)
Im going hard im going stop stick
Lmg be on that gang sh*t
No money not speaking the language
Im smoking with my n*gga casxade
We getting to a check fast pace
Im am the next new facade
You n*ggas always end up mad fake
Im with your wifey getting mad face
Im rarely having any bad days
I had to change my name
But n*gga im still the sh*t
Driving drinking lean bet i won't spill this sh*t
Smoking popin percs and i can't feel this sh*t
One eight seven cause my n*gga im killin it
We smokin purp my n*ggas not dealing sh*t (yuh)
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
One eight seven on your f*cking kids

Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
Gang sh*t, this that, murder sh*t, this that
One eight seven on your f*cking kids