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220 on a young n*ggas dash Ima stunt on dey ass when
I PULL UP
He was talking all bad didn't know I had shooters who'll blast when they PULL UP
n*ggas talk big sh*t on the web, in the streets holla peace when I PULL UP
I am not killer but ill murder any n*gga trying harm me n*gga
PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP
220 on a young n*ggas dash Ima stunt on day ass when I PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP
He was talking all bad didn't know I had shooters who'll blast when they PULL UP
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[Verse 1]
I'ma make ya feel it deep in your soul when ya hear my voice n I spit a topic
n*ggas die when they throw rocks n hide day hands
Cyber thug motherf*ckas betta get in pocket?
When I pull up in the new new S550 it's a wrap yall n*ggas can forget about it
Im notorious in life everything I do I find a way to succeed y'all can't do sh*t about it (b*tch b*tch)
Word crub on the sideline in full perception with a bunch of player haters
Speculating in balance you see me and try it in aberrations like "Damnit I wash I was a gladiator"! (Chea)
Plus I keep a Mac 11 in my possession I bus on the adversary leaving them red as activator
Defending myself if you come as a threat at me then I'm aim my weapon I'm precise as a calculator
These n*ggas don't really want beef when I pull up in da Hood wit the cargo
Car clean as a car show barrel hangin out the window "What's up n*ggas?! Thought so"!
Instead of killing these n*ggas I'd rather be killing me some pus*y getting head in a Murcielago
Pullin up in da the city wit a paint job lookin like da sh*t was created by Picasso
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[Verse 2]
These days I got multiple haters in several places but believe it or not it makes me less mad
These suckers ain't got no class I show plenty of it when I pull up on dem in that S-class
My time ain't no way in life I'm holding back got a metallic paint job and it's smoke a black
Chick giving me a lick gripping on the wood grain she can feel a n*gga di*k in her lower back
Ask about me the resume is impeccable n*ggas don't wanna f*ck with me I got known for pulling cards
Pimp'slapin lame n*ggas n breakin hookers for dollaz every single time I pull on the Boulevard
n*ggas wanna go to war with an operation we created they organization will get took apart
Haters acting like he's 40 when he was an adolescent looking in the mirror trying practice to look hard
But hard looks don't change sh*t don't make angry schizophrenic and brain sick
A death wish to my ex click but I'd rather take it out on you sucks n*ggas for doing lame sh*t
Instead of killing these n*ggas I'd rather be killing me some pus*y getting head in a Murcielago
Pullin up in da the city wit a paint job lookin like da sh*t was created by Picasso
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