(Juicy J)
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
(Repeat)
(Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we dont fuck wit'cha kind)
(Verse 1, Juicy J)
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, wit' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, wit'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
(Verse 2, La Chat)
Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talkin' shitt-a
I'ma have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up wit' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
(Repeat)
(Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we dont fuck wit'cha kind)
(Verse 1, Juicy J)
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, wit' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, wit'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
(Verse 2, La Chat)
Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talkin' shitt-a
I'ma have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up wit' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies
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