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Whokilledxix
2:57Two twin Glocks I got— Two twin Glocks I got— Two twin Glocks I got— Two twin Glocks I got— Two twin Glocks I got ready I think I had too much to drink, I'm not steady I appear inside your dreams, I'm not Freddy I take beef to the grave 'cause I'm petty Take cash to my bank, boy, I'm greedy I do not like your girl, she too needy Do not touch my dough 'cause I need it If I say run your pockets, I mean it I get the feds on me, but I don't give a damn Ain't a weapon that could stop me and my plans I got the money, got the bread, I got the bands And if it make a hater mad, I understand I bring my heat to all functions Take off the safety, start busting I ain't scared of shit, boy, I'm the king I could bust your head like a pumpkin I rock like a guitar I pull up in a big car Blow smoke like a cigar I always bring the party I know how bad y'all wanna be me Try to beat me, take a beating Lights, camera, action Document me with your sour flashes Big-ass whip full of my homies This one's here for all the OGs Burn into ashes Stick your opinions inside your- Action, cameras Big crib, I could take you up I don't care about the extras I need my big chair, I need my cash up, ugh Stunt in, then I peel off I fuck with shawty 'cause shawty said I'm a real one She want my money, I prolly could let her steal some I'll cop a deal or some', and its a real sum, ugh I walk in with currency like I'm Il-nam I take a puff of the slurricane, I'ma feel some' I keep a dart in my jacket for when the bill come I take rack out and then some I can't hear the whip start, you can't even get hard You niggas is pissed off, I'm killing 'em Young nigga bastard, not really a mentor But I can go faster, I'm feeling myself I came face to face with myself and said "You wake up and start stunting" That's my day to day, I can't wait 'til I'm done I got paid to pull up I do what I want, there's no consequence When you young and have money That's my day to day, I can't wait 'til I'm done You mad as fuck you can't come Two twin Glocks I got ready I think I had too much to drink, I'm not steady I appear inside your dreams, I'm not Freddy I take beef to the grave 'cause I'm petty Take cash to my bank, boy, I'm greedy I do not like your girl, she too needy Do not touch my dough 'cause I need it If I say run your pockets, I mean it, ugh