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Mhmm, Manny cooked that shit high
I put a price on your head
Don't get quiet and bounce, get your ass filled up
I put a lil' tint on your head
But I ain't scared to go get in that car and scoot up
And the last nigga test this shit
Got hair in his face and his car fucked up
And lil' kid got hair in his arm but I missed his face
So I guess he lucked up
When I get on my feet, I'm fully attacked
Move out and get whacked in the field
Bag and your helmet
'Cause you know if you get your ass trucked
It's gon' count as a kill
Crack me a nigga, I was driving and banged my steel
I can teach you how to catch real cue
Go for a drake, two cars deep
And I bet your nigga get killed
I'm on top of that switch
I don't care if it's count
Get caught with your bitch, you still get killed
He got a hole in his head so I ain't leave him
'Til he dead on the ground and I see blood spill
Bad mood, real tight before you get crack in your back
Trying to go on a drill
I go through sober, just get me a drink in the car, I don't need no pill
You gotta make this shit count don't matter a mile
Jump out on tour and show me your skills
'Cause the last nigga test this shit
He died trying to spend quarter tenths of the year
I think I'm a dame I was thirteen years old
In the streets leaving shit dead
I ride with that Drake, this bitch gon' shake
I do my time out in feds
I be saying shit now and I don't fuck around
I really shot shit in the head
If that money not right, better up that price
I'ma really drink him to bed
I don't give a fuck 'cause you know
If that money look good I'll kill me a kid
I ain't even pulling past shit, them young niggas out here
Hitting grown men with them swizzers
I ain't giving no pass, you know that's your ass
I'ma sit your ass down for that dissing
Real top shot, I felt like max
When I jump out with drake I be tripping
My life at stake if I ever get booked for a body
Then I'm using my shame
If I ever go broke, I'ma sit at the bank
And them niggas getting stick for his P
Move wrong, your ass get dipped
I turn that smile to a frown on your face
And free the law that he cooked them a nigga
Over the jail and caught him in the case
Come on, Zay Lane, if you want some fame
Put a price on your head, don't get quiet or bounce
Get your ass fucked up
I put a lil' tint on your head
But I ain't scared to go get in that car and suit up
When the last nigga touched this shit
Got hair in his face and his car fucked up
Ain't no kid got hair in his arm
But I missed his face, so I guess he lucked up
When I get on my feet, I'm fully attacked
Move out, we get whacked in the field
Bad hair, your helmet, 'cause you know if you get your ass trucked
It's gon' count as a kill
I cracked me a nigga, I was drivin' and banged my steel
I could teach you how to catch you a cue
Go for a drake, two cars deep
And I bet you a nigga get killed