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Wanna shoot shots, but guns ain't got that good blasting Take that bitch out the crown, I'm rebranding the palace I wish that, I wish that, I wish that bitch would You talking louder than a crowd, so why you actin' shook You look around, but you the only one who's talking, hood You always blasting, but when I come through, it's a jam in it- I don't start no conversations, it ain't friendly in here Don't come up in my face, or your face will get milled in here If you want that action, cut the scene if you leaking tears Starving all the time, so when I eat, I'm bigger than peers Yeah you Got your shit fucked up, maybe you stuck in the pussy Bops are so fucked up, cause they got their head in the pussy Religion green hoodies, that's why I rob green from these pussies Give me the goodies, if it ain't green, then you ain't hook me, nigga Driving through with in a green Corvette, bucket seats and a greener jet Green things, even green cassettes, so my growth coming quit the disrespect Got dread heads, that will make you dread make the nig beg, when he give me head Sunglasses, cause I'm on the gas, and I'm up in class, so don't touch me, nigga