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Photo Shop

The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
Nigga
Me and Bankroll from the same spot
We done caught a body on the same block
Shotti hit a nigga body like he J-Roc
Get on a nigga back like a tank top
Wet a nigga up a body when that K cocked
He ain’t got nowhere to run when that rain drop
My enemies working with the gang cops
The suckas telling on me 'cause the game hot
I’m running niggas over and I can’t stop
Leave your thoughts on your bitch
That’s a brain shot
'Cause blood had me twisted like a dreadlock
The only thing I know about him
He a dead opp
Ain’t no competition I’m the illest out
Hottest nigga in the streets, I’m the realest out
Promoters book me for a show, I’m bringing killers out
And I ain’t turning down shit, I’m knocking niggas out
Blood said he want me dead, went in that nigga house
Plotting on me, that’s some shit I can’t forget about
Caught him naked with his bitch, he was chilling out
Put that fan to that man, and blew his ceiling out
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
Yo
Free that nigga flag red
Pop him in his face like a blackhead
Hit him one time in his fat dreads
Paralyze blood, leave him half dead
Bitch I’m from the 30s
Ion never play
Do a nigga wrong, ion never wait
Body slam blood, he a featherweight
Shoot him in his head, then we celebrate
All onstage with a FN
Motherfuck you and your dead friends
I’m a motherfucking giant, did your chest in
I ran a background check, you a yes man
Bitch I’m with the motherfucking drama
Fuck your baby mama
Then I slap you with the llama
Running up these commas
Treat the chop like the Bahamas
Free that nigga Lizk, Demo Dick, and
Piru, free that nigga
Beat him out his clothes, I got hands like E. Honda
I put her in a Benz, but I met her in a Honda
Fuck the police, the D.A. and your honor
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop
The kata got a beam with a scope on top
I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop
Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot
The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop