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Loose Cannon
AzChike
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(Low the Great)
Shh, shh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Huh, huh, okay
Loose cannon (Loose cannon), real manage
Can't stand it (Can't stand it)
I up cheese, I love bands, I'm a bandit (I'm a bandit)
Bring 'em hell, got 'em screamin', goddamn it (Goddamn it)
Got a lit Latina, she shoot first, she speak Spanish (Ayy)
I'm a pop star (Pop star), I pop Percs and pop niggas (Psh, psh)
Please don't ask me 'bout (Huh?), no
Nigga that's not with us (Not with us)
Nigga, get it right, if you get it wrong, you gon' get left (Ah)
Before you beef with me, go get back
You gotta finish that, nigga (Nigga)
Shh, you gotta boss up
In the field, throw up, tackle, get 'em tossed up (Get 'em tossed up)
I want 'em dead, bring his head, it
Don't cost much (It don't cost much)
Hit the club, let the gang in, yeah
All of us, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Bitch, I'm the fuckin' man (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
If I fuck once, I'm guaranteed I can fuck again
Niggas outta pocket, pocket watchin', he's a fuckin' fan
I'm the type of nigga, get mad and go spend some bands
Nigga, where your bread at? (Where your bread?)
Better give me, yeah, where your head at? (Where your head at?)
He ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that (I'ma dead that)
I can tell you boss up, but I already said that (Psh, psh)
Nigga, where your bread at? (Where your bread?)
Better give me, yeah, where your head at? (Where your head at?)
He ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that (I'ma dead that)
I can tell you boss up, but I already said that (Psh, psh)
Mister Keep a Bad Bitch 'Case My Main One Trippin' (Main one trippin')
Lil'-ass chain on his neck got me squintin'
Throw rocks, then hide the hand
Don't start somethin' you can't finish
Niggas love to run they mouth, leave that
Shit to the bitches (To the bitches)
Never ran, deal with shit like a man (Like a man)
Never had to post another nigga bands (Never)
Tired of bein' humble, boy, that shit ain't got me nothin'
I'm on the 'Gram every day, posted up
With least a hundred, nigga (Nigga)
Yeah, put them lil' racks up (Put them lil' racks up)
Sixty thou' in thirty days, that was last month (Psh, psh)
Prices high, but a nigga still gas up (Mm)
Bitch, you a ho tryna wife, that don't add up (Mm)
Every bitch I had crazy 'bout me (Crazy 'bout me)
They done lied, they done cried, don't care what they
Say about me (Don't care what they say about me)
Hate to see you doin' good, laugh when you doin' bad
That's why I never give a fuck, up them racks, make 'em mad, bitch
Nigga, where your bread at? (Where your bread?)
Better give me, yeah, where your head at? (Where your head at?)
He ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that (I'ma dead that)
I can tell you boss up, but I already said that (Psh, psh)
Nigga, where your bread at? (Where your bread?)
Better give me, yeah, where your head at? (Where your head at?)
He ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that (I'ma dead that)
I can tell you boss up, but I already said that (Psh, psh)
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