That’s Fine With Me lyrics

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Ayy, ayy, ayy, track a n*gga down like a f*ckin' package
Yeah, I shoot a lot of guns, I don't need no practice
If I catch you out in traffic, I'ma let you have it
I'ma take his mama son, it's gon' get tragic
If a n*gga run up on me, leave him in a casket
You ain't totin' real poles, boy, you totin' plastic
Flexin' with your mama money, boy, you really average
Just because you got a K, you is not a savage
Talkin' slick, lil' n*gga, come and slide down
Text his phone one time, he put his pipe down
You n*ggas really ain't on sh*t, y'all n*ggas f*ckin' clowns
And why you worried 'bout me, you need to stand yo' ground
This ain't a movie so, lil' n*gga, stop actin'
I ain't even say cut or action
And I smoke a lot of dope, it's a habit
I gotta get this money gotta have it
Got a f*ckin' pistol in my jacket
You want some motherf*ckin' smoke, I make it happen
You don't want no f*ckin' beef so don't bother me
Run up on a n*gga that's a f*ckin' robbery
Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
Cut a n*gga head off like a f*ckin' barber
Bullets eat ya' f*ckin' body like a f*ckin' lobster
You can call me Duwap Kaine, I'ma f*ckin' mobster