Aye
Ya bitch on my arm
Woah
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Look good feel good smell good get to the fucking bag
Aye let's go
All money on the table whenever Guapo come around
Fort green shit aye
Brooklyn shit aye
Talk slick Get hit Big stick on my Hip
Why I walk with a limp
Say you a shooter
But don't make attempts
If i got a mask
Then I came to collect
Say you want smoke
Well I'm bringing your death
I trust in my gun for
Whatever come next
I do not feed into none of the hype
I rather kill then to lose my own life
Aye
Talk slick Get hit Big stick on my Hip
Why I walk with a limp
Say you a shooter
But don't make attempts
If i got a mask
Then I came to collect
Say you want smoke
Well I'm bringing your death
I trust in my gun for
Whatever come next
I do not feed into none of the hype
I rather kill then to lose my own life
No face no case
Man down on sight
Two shots three bodies
Found dead that night
If I say the word
I can end your liife
I got the drop
I make the call
I send a shot
The dominoes fall
I risk my life
So my family could ball
I wanted a lot
Until I got it all
All this adrenaline
I can't show remorse
Talk slick Get hit Big stick on my Hip
Why I walk with a limp
Say you a shooter
But don't make attempts
If i got a mask
Then I came to collect
Say you want smoke
Well I'm bringing your death
I trust in my gun for
Whatever come next
I do not feed into none of the hype
I rather kill then to lose my own life
Aye
Talk slick Get hit Big stick on my Hip
Why I walk with a limp
Say you a shooter
But don't make attempts
If i got a mask
Then I came to collect
Say you want smoke
Well I'm bringing your death
I trust in my gun for
Whatever come next
I do not feed into none of the hype
I rather kill then to lose my own life
Aye