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[Chorus]
I let this gun, bust
Bruce Lee kickin', like nunchucks
Two shots and I duck, what
Gave two shits about, dumbfucks
[?], trap on the first
Backin' the work, [?] and I lurk
I'm off the GP, the Gary Payton
Life folk, bust out the gas

[Verse]
You could tell by my hands, that I fight back
Countin' money in the club, they don't like that
Got hunnids and fifties, we cruisin' the Bentley
I'm sippin' on Henny, where the ice at
I think I'm too sauce, too drunk in the back, got four hoes
Ready in the trap, countin' fetty and the racks
[?]
I feel like I'm Tyson, the way my hands move
52 get close, and I knock him out
I'm known for the fightin', so I can't lose
They don't understand 'till the choppa's out
They say they don't like me, then boy you a fool
I'm really the man, when they not around
I'm drippy, too icey, she like how I groove
I'm countin' the bands, and the guap is out
[Chorus]
I let this gun, bust
Bruce Lee kickin', like nunchucks
Two shots and I duck, what
Gave two shits about, dumbfucks
[?], trap on the first
Backin' the work, [?] and I lurk
I'm off the GP, the Gary Payton
Life folk, bust out the gas