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40s get the uppin', bodies droppin', We done did em' bad

Yo bitch blowin' up my phone, I had To leave her ass sad

I ain't got time for bitches on my Phone, nah, not for real

You niggas been talkin' on my name, But you not for real

We the type to wait out front your House and start to bang the steel

We the type to up the stick and take it, We do not steal

No disrespect to all the ancestors, but We in the field

You need to stop with all the tough Talk

Before I call the shooters on, they get You knocked off

The Glock he might got a body, we Had it wiped off

The whole gang, you ran me through Your hood, call us marshal Faulk

The way Brody passin' me the Glock, You call him Kurt Warner

We don't be givin' niggas chances, but Here a fair warning

All that dissin' on the net, your pussy Ass just better stand on it

Bullets get the finest in your ass like a Killer Hornet

Bah, bah, bah, man, I think that nigga Dead

Ha, ha, ha, I think that nigga need Some meds

40s get the uppin', bodies droppin', We done did em' bad

Yo bitch blowin' up my phone, I had To leave her ass sad

I ain't got time for bitches on my Phone, nah, not for real

You niggas been talkin' on my name, But you not for real

We the type to wait out front your House and start to bang the steel

We the type to up the stick and take it, We do not steal

No disrespect to all the ancestors, but We in the field

40s get the up and bodies droppin', We done did him bad

Yo bitch blowin' up my phone, I had To leave her ass sad

I ain't got time for bitches on my Phone, nah, not for real

You niggas been talkin' on my name, But you not for real