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Ayy, ayy, ayy, track a n***a down like a fuckin' 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***a 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***a, come and slide down
Text his phone one time, he put his pipe down
You n***as really ain't on shit, y'all n***as fuckin' clowns
And why you worried 'bout me, you need to stand yo' ground
This ain't a movie so, lil' n***a, 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 fuckin' pistol in my jacket
You want some motherfuckin' smoke, I make it happen
You don't want no fuckin' beef so don't bother me
Run up on a n***a that's a fuckin' robbery
Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
Cut a n***a head off like a fuckin' barber
Bullets eat ya' fuckin' body like a fuckin' lobster
You can call me Duwap Kaine, I'ma fuckin' mobster