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LOTTA SHOTS
EST Gee
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He is a friend in times of need
Ooh, ooh, in need
Paid the lawyer fee to free him, that was automatic
Before he left, him told the level four that I'll be back
Stuck your nose in the nigga business, that's what got it tapped
I'm not surprised, blood, who not a rat?
It's AGM until they smoke me, this is not an act
Table full of twenty stacks, this is not a trap
Quit blowin' buddy, lean you up if he ain't callin' back
He in a spittle bed, thunder, barely talkin' back
Top body, if we the problem, then address it when you beat the squad
I feel like Pac in '90-something, fuck with the mob
Ayy, ball hoggin' on that side, his homie need a job
I hit the Asians when I need a mop
On Pebbles, I done seen a lot, I done blew my yeek a lot
The Henny don't salute me for my labor, blood, that mean a lot
Stranded in the trench, ain't get to leave a lot
Bleedin' block, put on for the hood, you representin' highs
We the opps, gettin' popped
Introduce him to his maker, he don't believe in God
Shake her down and break a bitch for everything she got
You know it's foreign automotives when I leave the lot
As far as shots, it's taught to keep a lot, heard
I sunk a lot through my aunt Curry, she left the screen unlocked
You servin' boy in the foreign'll burn the creatures out
I learned the secret how to tweak and let the demon out
Still got the sweetest drop he bought from me to sell his Stevens out
You missed the quad, now I'm with it, you gotta sell it fast
And call your plug right away to get a better bag
And next time he send it ready, then he better ask
And send another one like this and cut the debt in half
While you was playin' on Offmad, and I was sellin' bags
Now the old niggas love me 'cause I sell it fast
And put my phone on late at night and go put Beth to ass
I'm from the city where you kill him, shoot up his repass
From Pebble Creek to Uptown, you in my world
Parked on Draco, baking soda, and some white girls
I'm gon' spank him, ain't no thinkin' that I might sperm
I don't mind waitin', I'm so patient that it might scream
Can't talk to me directly, I'm a made man
For rap money, I got paid at the day's end
I count that body for his check 'cause he was brain dead
The news came on, his mama was cryin' with his granny now
I did more for grown men than they daddy did
And taught him lessons like don't ever be no tattletale
I can't forgive him if he rat 'cause he'll rat again
The streets need a reset, get back to killin' again
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