[Hook, Ace TwentyO]
We had them steel Glocks like the pot we were pissing
Red dot on the end of the smithen
That's a red dot on the end of the pistol
Red dot bet yo' mother gon' miss you
Ain't no talking nigga ain't no need to discuss it
I'm poppin percys man I swear that I'm bussing
Steady throwing bread but I never could duck it
If that Glock get to jamming I hit it then bust it
[Verse 1: Ace TwentyO]
That boy too fly, criminal
And he sending subliminals
They not us, they envious
They tryna kill me, can't kill me though
Can't kill me though (bang)
Beat up that pack
[?] still where we are
I'm in the field with the killers and mobsters
Seein' what them niggas would do for a dollar
I started poppin' them tags, gettin' it up
And look at the flick of the cartier
I had to get up a [?]
Came out the trenches
Now all these bitches they howlin'
I never dropped outta school but somehow I didn't fit with the image of scholars
We had them steel Glocks like the pot we were pissing
Red dot on the end of the smithen
That's a red dot on the end of the pistol
Red dot bet yo' mother gon' miss you
Ain't no talking nigga ain't no need to discuss it
I'm poppin percys man I swear that I'm bussing
Steady throwing bread but I never could duck it
If that Glock get to jamming I hit it then bust it
[Verse 1: Ace TwentyO]
That boy too fly, criminal
And he sending subliminals
They not us, they envious
They tryna kill me, can't kill me though
Can't kill me though (bang)
Beat up that pack
[?] still where we are
I'm in the field with the killers and mobsters
Seein' what them niggas would do for a dollar
I started poppin' them tags, gettin' it up
And look at the flick of the cartier
I had to get up a [?]
Came out the trenches
Now all these bitches they howlin'
I never dropped outta school but somehow I didn't fit with the image of scholars
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