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(Verse 1)
Keep that shotty by my side
Make you slide
Niggas peckin like some birds, so Imma make they asses fly, ugh
These bitches buggin
Quit fuckin tuggin on my nuts hoe
Got these niggas cryin like I’m stubbin on they big toe
Clip 4
2x times too big for these crip hoes
Crip walk
Down the block
Stepping in some fluffy socks
Countdown till yo times up likes it tick toc
Sneakin round the back so you can’t see me with that big Glock
Pop out the 2 door like I’m ridin on a stallion
You know I only fuck with foreign shit, like them Italians
Iron in my hand and cowboy spurs on my Timbalands
It’s high noon nigga, dig some graves cuz I’m Killin em
I’m from stockbridge
So you know that I’m a killer nigga
This shit is a western but it’s lookin a thriller nigga
Take a Step back
I load up my revolver
7 shots to yo lil cap
Call me the problem solver, nigga
(Chorus)
Im from down south
Riding with the guns out
You talk some big shit
Better watch ya fuckin mouth
Imma pull up with some niggas that stand real tall, rob him out his shoes
Im a muhfuckin outlaw
I’m a outlaw muhfuckin outlaw
I’m a outlaw muhfuckin outlaw
You gon be scared when we pull up screaming YEEHAW
Put a nigga down
I’m a muhfuckin outlaw
I’m from down south
No I don’t need no fuckin clout
They talkin real shit
Pull up and I stomp em out
Try to lock me up, but I get that one call
Watch yo back nigga, I’m a mufhuckin outlaw
(Verse 2)
Ride into town with the burner on hip
She want advice so I gave that bitch a tip, uh
Gimme the gold cuz you know I’m running shit
And The sheriffs only mad cuz I’m fuckin on his bitch, HA!
Born villain, steal ice now I’m chillin
And I ain livin if u ain givin up all yo billions, bitch
I make some cash, skirt off, do the dash
Push the horses to the max
Cuz you know I cannot crash
You got a job
I promise I get that shit done
Don’t need no motherfuckin weapons, except for my fuckin gun
2 bangs in the dark of the night
That’s how you know I’m done
And as much as I love killing niggas
I don’t just do this shit for fun
Rough times, you know I needed cash
But I done came up, I still need fuckin cash
Try to play me, I hope you ride fast
Cuz if I don’t get my cash, than I’m comin for that ass
(Chorus again)
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Eppsilon

Eppsilon

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