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Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt that's the four five

Me and my gun stay together cause you know we soul tied

Squeeze that twenty one and now that pussy ain't got no life

Now that boy got no brain

Book that boy a ticket now that pussy on the soul train

Hurricane Katrina in my Glock I bringing more rain

I just take a striker on the street now I got road rage

I got shooters who gone catch a body just like ghost face

I got shooters who gone catch a body off no cocaine

He catch bodies off of hmm aye aye aye

He catch bodies off of weed

Who the fuck you think you talking to boy I will rip your team

Pussy I will rip your squad

I got guns that hold a hundred with them beams like we in cod

Pussy this no ps five

Every outfit that I put together match with my four five

I don't talk to much I jump inside a whip and go and slide

Nigga you just talk that shit but you ain't never take no life

Pussy never make none bleed

Jump down with my knife you know it's Zop assassin creed

Keep two guns one a twenty one the other twenty three

When I shoot this bitch I score it like I curry from the three

I could shoot bout five shots it your brain you on a T

Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt that's the four five

Me and my gun stay together cause you know we soul tied

Squeeze that twenty one and now that pussy ain't got no life

Now that boy got no brain

Book that boy a ticket now that pussy on the soul train

Hurricane Katrina in my Glock I bringing more rain

I just take a striker on the street now I got road rage

I got shooters who gone catch a body just like ghost face

I got shooters who gone catch a body off no cocaine

I got shooter who gone catch a body straight sober

Gun so big it can't fit inside my holster

I be smoking dead man runtz no Arizona

Nigga I a shooter I gone need my own chauffeur

Fuck around and shoot and drive

When I pull that rrtt rrtt you know that boy can't survive

When we coming down your block pussy know it's go time

He ain't even see the gun he see the flash it's show time

You ain't know bout reaper zop that boy keep a four five

You ain't know none bout this thuggin pussy just stay on your sides

Niggas know my resume they know I down to take a life

Nigga I could be in Walmart guaranteed I got my pipe

Guarantee I got my g lock

When that pressure on you see they colors like a peacock

Jump down on a opp now I got blood up on my Reebok

Nigga this that dope you don't even have to rerock

Squeeze that switchie once and that pussy die off three shot