BULLET WITH YOUR NAME ON IT Ft. Dee Boi & ClicKlak
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None of my homies going broke
'Cause being out back can't bear to see it
He was popping politics I turned him to a paraplegic
Had he pistols painting pentagrams
He popped the percocet
If I pop this pistol one more time
It's going to disperse the chest
Paper trail they was praying I fall off and ain't prevail
Man the pavement on this road
I made them made his way to hell
I take PayPal rolls of pennies then go pay the bail
You can't play Powerball the work
They thought I hate the scale
Play with pimp play with Pablo
I paint the walls with red
Man and he bled so much
They thought he took a paintball to the head
Police pull me over paparazzi I don't talk to feds
Rather go to jail than never take that paperwork to bed
Presidential Rolex fly to the Pacific coast
He take painkillers just to cope
'Cause you can't kill a ghost
We do drop offs at the spot then we pick up at the post
I could pick apart his game and pin him up against the ropes
Swear to my palm reader I was destined for this paper
Poor in my past life I guess God respond to prayers
You can hate the game and how it's played
But you can't hate the player
At the playoffs on the bench