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  • [Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
  • Tape his limbs if he moves let him have it
  • Banana clip on that choppa choppin em down to a fraction
  • Found some cash in his timbs couple O's in the mattress
  • Street survival tactics joeys badass with automatics
  • To think wise when you *****in with these kinda guys
  • In your crib until we paid in full *****es ace time
  • I want the drugs and everything up in that safe mine
  • Tellin lies 16 in the clip will give his face 9
  • I'm not that average nigga that u used to
  • A little unstable than the usual
  • Shoot you and have the doc yellin pull thru
  • Ya ***** can get it too shoot her out her goodie two shoes
  • Ya deuce foo
  • My killers bring the news to ya goof troops
  • Flexin like he the man
  • Introducin the fans
  • Kick his door in to change a nigga plans
  • Choppa smokin die from second hand
  • Blam
  • [Hook]
  • When you see this hammer better give it up
  • Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up
  • Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what
  • Know you in a rush but nigga I don't give a *****
  • Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing
  • Catch him slippin give it up no questions
  • Or I'mma wet ya
  • I want it all I'm not the one you should be testing
  • Second guessing, turn a 211 187
  • [Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
  • My younger homies got me feelin like I'm Joseph Kony
  • They grab a .40 turn the beef into bologna for me
  • Coulda balled but he rather bang my youngin told me
  • On the block in all black shootin like Ginobli
  • And he'd do it all for a dolla bill
  • So nigga we want it all or get ya momma killed
  • He shook, grade school ain't teach these kinda drills
  • Popped a still lean flat like he poppin pills
  • Play the field like a sooner hoggin like pumba
  • Play with my mula get this ruger put to your medulla
  • Fatts Krueger not Rick ***** but I'm a ruler
  • Hittin licks racked out like I'm Lex Luger
  • We them niggas that ya momma always warned you bout
  • So when this .40 out I'll run everything but your mouth
  • In his house we take everything but the couch
  • Uhaulin shit, shit he movin out
  • [Hook]
  • When you see this hammer better give it up
  • Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up
  • Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what
  • Know you in a rush but nigga I don't give a *****
  • Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing
  • Catch him slippin give it up no questions
  • Or I'mma wet ya
  • I want it all I'm not the one you should be testing
  • Second guessing, turn a 211 187

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