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I'm on bars I'm loaded (Lil FoxWhyYouSoGodly) Yeah Everything fast Fast cars, fast guns Fast lifestyle, nigga Yeah Uh, I'm on lean and bars, I'm loaded Can't believe a nigga got rich off rap, they always said I'm chosen Caught a nigga on that street now he six feet, my shotters did him bogus We put opps in the grave, and they go in the ground, his mama gotta bring him roses (huh) Yeah, they tell me keep goin' I'm one of the coldest Two opp niggas died back-to-back while I was OT, so I didn't even notice These niggas ain't think I was gonna blow up in rap, but I did, now them niggas look hopeless Lil' bro killed the one I want, so when I pay him he gettin' a bonus Killed that nigga on camera, broad day got away on the ground he was posin' Only reason he got shot when we spinned his block, 'cause that nigga ran the slowest You can't kick it with me now a nigga got rich if you weren't around at my lowest (you know that) Went on a drill tryna kill, I was aimin' for shh, but I hit the one who was closest Act too tough on the 'Gram, catch 'em, blam, niggas be dyin' for posts Know he ain't in the smoke but that's his bro, catch him, bullets choke him Know we gon' kill yo' ass for postin' the niggas we killed, you better not post 'em (don't do that) Shot his ass so many times he still alive, startin' to think we shootin' at ghosts (the fuck? Huh) Yeah, don't shoot from a distance, I'm tryna get closer Lil' bro caught him ahead and they like that, who the fuck you think that coached him? I know a nigga start shootin' if you look at him on him, so you better watch how you approach him Twelve was on the same street as me, still bounced out the V and creeped up on him I ain't just puttin' these blizzards in chops and V's, I'm tryna put 'em on 'em This bitch got some kick, gotta shoot with two hands, aim right when you run up on 'em (grrah-grrah) Told lil' cuz, "Just let me out the back and park around the corner" Must ain't heard about that last nigga, huh? That nigga a goner Catch him in traffic, we get on his bumper Pull up in pods and bail out, slump him Lil' Ye, that's my buzz, I don't care what he did, you a die, you better not touch him (you know that) Bail out with four different sticks, lot of niggas get hit, we bail out cuts and rush 'em (grrah) Most of these niggas be on that sucker shit and you know I don't fuck with suckers (you know that) Wrists blingin', chain icy, killin' these niggas who say they don't like me I'm tryna pay for a couple bodies, let me stop 'fore they try to indict me I like shootin' guns and drinkin' blood, that type of shit excitin' Shoot a nigga in his shit, he reach in this bitch, the fuck I look like fightin'? City know I'm a target, when they throw parties, they don't even invite me I like seein' brains comin' out niggas heads, civilians think its's triflin' I done knocked shit off and I got rank, I sent more hits than Tyson I'm in the car with killers and switches, ain't stoppin' for 12, I ain't got no license I'm in the SRT with paper tags, they don't know this bitch a striker Jump out the straight with AC, A had fully on the roof, crouch down like a sniper I'm in the booth with Foxes, don't bring your bitch 'round us, BD'll swiper her I done shot so many of them nigga, they postin' a pic, that's why they don't like us Niggas tryna go bop for bop, not shot for shot, we ain't finna have no cypher Jizz in the cell with shanks, just watchin' the clock, free bro, he jailin' with lifers Lil' bro geeked off X, tryna bail out the car while it's movin', lil' bro too hyper Come through the block with a monkey suit and mask, and kill like Michael Myers