Whats up, whats up, whats up, whats up, whats up Motherfucker, bitch its Tommy Gunz Spitting all these bullets, so Im saying you should probably run Staying faded homie, higher than Bob Marleys son Spitting so sick, so this track is a gnarly one Eating this beat up, its something like my dinner Your girl think you a loser, so you know Im bout to winner Aint nobody iller, in this game Im a killer And lately Ive been drinking to much, Ima need a new liver Smoking on them big blunts, while you rolling up them pinners 666 swag, Im a motherfucking sinner Cause bitch Im a beast though We, she, and he know Aint nobody in the way of my goal, like I was shooting a free throw But step in my way homie, and you gone get posterized Rhyme so official like a paper that was notarized These hoes say Im killing it, yeah but thats no surprise Its getting hot out here homie, you should probably go inside Gunz
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