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Yea you already know what it is when you heard this one right All dowgs go to heaven you know You gonna die i made up my mind Im taking your cake im taking your ice Im taking your bread im taking your head Off your shoulders you wont know anybody Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit And i shoot to swish like i never miss So when i pull up for it you know im scoring Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch Slow up nigga better stay in your lane That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name Im taking your watch im stopping your clock I don't know if it be early or late No you not fam no you not gang You get a closed casket and a cold case We'll call you bruce lee roy You'll catch a bullet You'll catch a bullet in your face I ain't never been a bitch I always had to ride I don't care who you know Tell em pull up outside I don't care who they got coming wit em Or whoever came to ride And I don't care who you are nigga same thing applies I'm in the same spot baby And I ain't never ducking If he can't make it to me Then tell em that im coming I was trying to hide where Im anywhere you want me Like I'm State farm I'll pop up as long as you call for me You gonna die i made up my mind Im taking your cake im taking your ice Im taking your bread im taking your head Off your shoulders you wont know anybody Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit And i shoot to swish like i never miss So when i pull up for it you know im scoring Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch Slow up nigga better stay in your lane That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name Im taking your watch im stopping your clock I don't know if it be early or late No you not fam no you not gang You get a closed casket and a cold case We'll call you bruce lee roy You'll catch a bullet You'll catch a bullet in your face I call shotgun Don't ever try to play me for a bitch baby Im not one Im not with the shits im with the sticks baby I got them And all i gotta do is send a text baby I got friends And they gone say got em Now can't nobody find em Shit don't ask me i don't know what happened He was cappin He was lackin Well i can only imagine He probably got tied up And knotted up really badly He got tangled up and strangled up and still got shot after You gonna die i made up my mind Im taking your cake im taking your ice Im taking your bread im taking your head Off your shoulders you wont know anybody Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit And i shoot to swish like i never miss So when i pull up for it you know im scoring Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch Slow up nigga better stay in your lane That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name Im taking your watch im stopping your clock I don't know if it be early or late No you not fam no you not gang You get a closed casket and a cold case We'll call you bruce lee roy You'll catch a bullet You'll catch a bullet in your face You think im a bitch try me That's where you take your last breath Big L fat F That's gonna be you last test Hands up don't reach One move can get your ass stretched And you better watch mouth or that'll be the last thing you said If i start sending shots No it wont be shade You gone be the first in the grave You gone be the first to reach the gates And i hope you saved a spot for your boy Cause he on his way You mines well RSVP your whole fucking gang Im a fucking bangaa You gonna die i made up my mind Im taking your cake im taking your ice Im taking your bread im taking your head Off your shoulders you wont know anybody Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit And i shoot to swish like i never miss So when i pull up for it you know im scoring Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch Slow up nigga better stay in your lane That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name Im taking your watch im stopping your clock I don't know if it be early or late No you not fam no you not gang You get a closed casket and a cold case We'll call you bruce lee roy You'll catch a bullet You'll catch a bullet in your face