GIMMI DAT FEAT. COCAINE KRUEGER
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You try to ask and yo ass gonna die
Telling a lie, you look at my eyes
Ain't really no telling what is inside
It might be the devil I just don't know why
I don't need a reason, I'm riding the waves
Stuck in my ways, ain't no way I can change
Get in my face imma take out yo brain
Just a precaution to stay out my way (Like this)
Comin' through, on the loose
And can't stop robbin'
Threw yo money and yo guns
Now you can't rob me
Everyday I find a way to keep my fuckin' pockets straight
Concentrate, I contemplate
No I did not come to play
I don't wanna conversate
I just want yo money mane
Man just shootin' all these folk, I love it, going hungry mane
If I have to murder me a bitch, it's OD
Krueger, I'm quick to click
I'm ready, I'm evil, need a freak
Down wit' 187, it's whateva'
6 feet deep for life
Grab my Smith & Wesson, teach a lesson when I'm creepin' out
Body parts get scattered, and the bullets get ya splattering
Concentration, know I'm deadly and you just don't matter mane
Shootin' up the parties, shit get gnarly and you can't do nothin'
This ain't what you want, this shit get rough, this shit get deeper
End of discussion
I start bustin'
Murk the police, give a concussion
Now you bleeding in the dust
Krueger mane cannot be trusted (Like this)
Feel the fuckin' bullet slug
Flip one out, gettin' slumped
Now you fucked, can't see nothin'
Can't feel nothin, feeling numb
Gimme dat shit, gimme some
Can't feel nothin, feeling numb
Gimme dat shit, gimme some