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H.A.M. (Hit Anything Moving)
509 BMG
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Baow, baow, baow, aight
Bitch, get your head right or lose it
Know I might tweak on any movement
Pop this perc to keep me cool, bih
Say the word, we pull up
Box-box truck, just like the movers
Box-box, mag, on this ARP
Bitch, fuck around, go boom
How you was just on lil' bruh team
Now niggas Ace, Boon and Coon
Bookbag, full of hunnids
Finna take his ass to school
AR bad, keep on whippin' ass
He fuckin' up in school
It ain't no FHP or OPD
I'm flushin' pourin' juice
Just know he gritz, he tried to come up through that blitz, and saw Ray Lewis
Bitch, we got sticks and drums
Inside this whip, we makin' music
I'm touchin' cheese the wrong way
Bitch, like I'm Gary Busey
He merched, he was gon' bump down
But he ain't never do it
Squirt-squirtin' with this burst
Bitch, you can't merch
That I don't know how to use it
I'm up off 'erk and work
Just hit my chirp if you don't know how to move it
Get his ass smacked from where I'm at, bitch I'm in Turks and Cookaz
Bitch I meant Turks and Caicos
Firebomb the house he in, the fuck he think he safe for?
Binary G19, no P80s, we fuckin' hate those
Bitch, I was down bad on my dick
Now this some shit you pray for
Loose lips, gon' sink ships
Before he get that, he walkin' ship
We tell him Hastaluego
Pock-pocket stuffed with cream cheese
My shit look like a bagel
Big body Track
Inside butter, outside look like mayo
Bitch I was stop-and-poppin' shit
Feel like I'm O.J. Mayo
I make this cheese triple stack
This shit do what I say so
Get him smacked from where I'm at
Got killers on the payroll, nigga
Get him smacked from where I'm at
Got killers on the payroll
I put my leg up when I fuck yo hoe, I feel like Fabo
I made it through the rain
Pot of gold after the rainbow
What niggas gotta say though?
300 Blackie, send shit to the ER
John Stamos
Walk in with hot shit
Blow at any moment
Like volcanoes
Niggas always fuckin' hatin
That shit no bueno
BMG, my life a movie
Like Rotten Tomatoes
That's some bad thick shit
I think she from Barbados
Like Sinaloa
I'll cut you bout them fuckin' pesos
BMG, my pockets cheesy, nigga
Extra queso
Extra cheese, I'm tryin' to cash out
On some fuckin' heat
You see the BMG outside
You better be on beat
I got some shit to leave
A bad taste in your mouth
You think shit sweet
This 27 lil' as fuck, this ain't no 23
Heat in my pants
I burn a nigga third degree
I put some hot shit on his skin, it's like he joinin' a fraternity
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut
We performin' surgery
Please don't get your head popped
Tryna commit a burglary
If a nigga tell you he my dawg
Call and confirm with me
Leave a nigga in that Little River
Happy Anniversary
You better give me my respect
That shit ain't fuckin' earned with me
Y'all niggas think y'all safe
And I'm startin' to take it personally
Yah
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