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DTP we got them that go

Yea I'm all that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts y'all look like dice
But I'm through with all the time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our
A.K's get ta spraying

Bottom line that mean I'm it, any nigga want it, doubt it
you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking rap
And tell that pretty thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I to agree
So you watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my do the walking
And that oozy get to talking

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, 'em
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, him up
Bake him, take him, him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A B C D E F is you a G or what?
Now just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pistols out my stomach
And throwing them up like Earl
Serving the club, shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot a pearl handle

And I'm throwing text a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they from IRAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own hit ya
And ain't no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Fate
And I'm choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella when the glock go

Say on the set bitch, watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm sex with shit
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like bitch
at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip like this

Now what, who want they day
When I cock and load the cake, bust
cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all lives made up, like hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake nut
My wrist like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should in a vest for ya dome
'Cause I know you marks on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my go

a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin' so hard you'll a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's time on the month
A.K. 47 for the
Who's really looking for and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the one in my group
But I got for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black
Till your back crack, got the gat like

Clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50
Yo futures not looking so good, not on your calendar
I, do with the amateurs, they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my is easy
And my triggers are talking about
Some squeeze me, me
And for these talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My oozy got a roll, it goes

got no nerve
They got no
They got no
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