[Hook]
N***a I got corns on my fingers, I'm a shooter
I pull in front your house and no put fire on a scooter
I go for women too, I shoot some holes in your medulas
You feel like you on fire bitch, I put you in a cooler

Let me run it down, if I ain't in the hood
I'm somewhere close around
I'm somewhere close around
I'm somewhere close around
And I don't run and hide
There's too much dope around
There's too much dope around
There's too much dope around

[Verse 1]
I'm the product of the gutter
Me, my mother, and my brother
Shit for me wasn't always butter
Struggled just like all the others
And my hand around my girl
And I hug her like a hobo
Finger fuck her til she bust a nut and turn another color
It's the P without no luggage
I ride Benz as you ride [?]
Bitch just asked me what's my budget
It all depends if you gon' suck it
I got stashes, I don't touch 'em
N***as mad cause I don't trust 'em
Go on back and started stacking
Wasn't asking them for nothing
I got shovels for you devils
Have you running like the rebels
Over boulders never pebbles
So you n***as never settle
You a joke around the fellas
More like Abbott and Costella
Just like Smokey out in Friday
You like man let's stick together
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
So dirty they need a bath
Don't help me n***a, help the bear
I'm a sinner behind my dinner
Somebody call rev, I need a prayer
Nothing between us two but air
If it was something I wouldn't even care
Rest in peace cause I don't play fair
[?] watch your hair
Then I turn into that n***a that's a thuggish motherfucker
I don't mind ya then I shoot em
Partners, brothers, cousins, mothers
Eh I'm strapped up n***a now act up
You bucked up n***as get fucked up
Better back up before you get clapped up
N***a talk tough so you get bust up
It's crunch time, fourth quarter, one minute left on the clock
One gun, two clips, I see a few of these n***as that won't pop
A few of these n***as I want shoot
A few of these bitches I don't like
A few of these bitches I want dead
I'm trying to kill them all in one night

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