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Ima just hit, Ima just hit when I'm firing, I never miss, baby, call hut ima Heisman Time always kill, I'm on top of the clock, SRT burnouts in the parking lot Okay, I'm fine, I got him or not ? In love with my Glock, it's alien tech I'm on the phone, writing furniture checks Bout to go f*ck on Italian mesh My biggest fear is that counterfeit red I cuss a bitch out like I got turrets How many times, how many bullets that you gotta fire ? How many niggas that you gotta fry ? How many niggas and bitches be lying ? Niggas be cap' Fuckin' my bitch while I'm grabbin' my fire Bout to go roll up strong in the crevasses Bout to run the dough up, yeah, that's fact Yeah, I ran up, I ain't never look back, don't mind Baby, once I cum, I'm a wise man Girl, you a beautiful vibe This shit sound beautiful, like I play violin Call me that motherfuckin' hitter, I got a lil' hitter I'm bout to go, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta see if that lil' nigga work with the feds, yeah I wanna find myself Okay, but I don't depend on myself I show so much love and they get overwhelmed These niggas be leeches, don't ask for no help I was down cryin', prayin' for wealth Remember, I trapped out that motherfuckin' lease Nigga was trippin', what's wrong with me ? Told they ass, I'm in a whole nother league Bout to commit some more robberies I got the gas like I'm a BP Shout out my daddy, he proud of me All of my brothers live on BVT I'm straight out the trenches, blow like TNT I'm floodin' the whip, on the go, I be breezin' Weighin' the gas while I'm checkin' the lean Go f*ck your bitch and dash out for no reason Ask your bitch why she linkin' up with me ? Time always kill, I'm on top of the clock, SRT burnouts in the parking lot Okay, I'm fine, I got him or not ? In love with my Glock, it's alien tech I'm on the phone, writing furniture checks Bout to go f*ck on Italian mesh My biggest fear is that counterfeit red I cuss a bitch out like I got turrets How many times, how many bullets that you gotta fire ? How many niggas that you gotta fry ? How many niggas and bitches be lying ? Niggas be cap' Fuckin' my bitch while I'm grabbin' my fire Bout to go roll up strong in the crevasses Bout to run the dough up, yeah, that's fact Yeah, I ran up, I ain't never look back, don't mind