| Hop out with that Desert Eagle — now he needin' a medic |
| I just put a switch on my .45 to exterminate peasants |
| I can't help but smile thumbing through these bands — it's just my fetish |
| I can't step outside without my Glock 9, we codependent |
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| Fee-fi-fo, I stomp his head in, leave a print |
| I don't need no genie, but your bitch do what I wish |
| Squeeze the fuckin' trigger till he twitchin', leave him stiff |
| Lathered in some diamonds that be so bright it make you squint |
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| This a red—a red dot |
| Nickel-plated cold steel tucked, but the lead hot |
| Oh she wanna choke my dick just like a headlock |
| I just might fuck up your day to take the edge off |
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| Pussy boy — okay |
| "Kill on me" engraved |
| Police pull up — I strike 12 like clocks mid-day |
| Bitch, give me face |
| 'Til your neck sprain |
| Got your bitch mouth glued to my head just like toupees |
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| Bitch, I can't maintain — so my AK spray |
| You should've stayed inside, I guess it ain't your day, hey |
| Drop down like dead flies — right in your grave, hey |
| Walk down and scorch him like hellfire, ignite the flames, hey |
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| Guns up to the sky — slang iron till I die |
| 3 shots to the head — recon then hide him in the pines |
| Creep out with that iron sight — your skin get untwined |
| More bands comin' in — they multiply like twice |
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| Guns up to the sky — slang iron till I die |
| 3 shots to the head — recon then hide him in the pines |
| Creep out with that iron sight — your skin get untwined |
| More bands comin' in — they multiply like twice |
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