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Verse 1
Y'all niggas know the business
Project Pat
We gettin' this money, man
Real shit, real spit
Verse 2
I don't play with guns
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Trying to find out where I stay?
Bitch, I stay with guns
I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas
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All my niggas ride with guns
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and they will kill ya
Cause I don't play with guns
Trying to find out where I stay?
Bitch, I stay with guns
I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas
Verse 3
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I keep 'em on reserve
Nigga, I'm all over these streets
Ho, I'm like the curb
Trigger finger itching -
I done struck a nerve
Asking for this beef, I'mma do the favor
Let em get these hollow tips,
like he a waiter
I'm on my Waka shit,
I love them gun sounds
Shooting niggas' shit up
and shooting niggas down
You gonna get what you want bitch,
it's a closed casket (yessir!)
Hot bullets on the menu,
Verse 4
I don't play with guns
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Trying to find out where I stay?
I ride with my niggas
I don't gun- play
Cause I don't play with guns
Trying to find out where I stay?
Bitch, I stay with guns
I ride with my guns like I ride
with my niggas
Verse 5
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All of my niggas kill
Keep the brick licked
We were hood- rich before we had a deal
All of the homies drawn out,
A- Town, working
Trigger play all ready
Headshots - real talking
Add up our word: all the nonbelievers
in white chalk
Trump nigga, talk shit
No one ain't doing shit
I'm still at em nigga
Run around on one leg
Still safe and 3 6 cleaned up
nigga: bullshit
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40 bands on each wrist but a pussy
nigga ain’t takin shit
Money major,
Verse 6
Cause I don't play with guns
Trying to find out where I stay?
Bitch, I stay with guns
I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas
All my niggas ride with guns
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Ebm
and they will kill ya
Cause I don't play with guns
Trying to find out where I stay?
Bitch, I stay with guns
I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas
All my niggas ride with guns
and they will kill ya
Verse 7
You could come get this
Shooting 50- round drums
at you son of bitches
For my riches I'll murk you
on the front porch
Blood on my money like that
phone on the full floor
Pockets used to be malnutrition
- Cambodian
Come through with a K and sweep
your hood like the custodian
Throw a couple of bands,
throw a couple of bows
Who wants to kill for me? Bring
em on a couple of shows
If you ain't from my hood,
then you can get it quicker
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My niggas ride with that K
since they full of liquor
Cause they full of fiends,
cause they full of green
Outro 1
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