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I Got A Army
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Whoa
I got a hundred shooters in my-- I got a hundred shooters in my army
Fifty of 'em in my army
Yeah
Baby life raw, boy, I be with Gunna
Pop it a night trying to strike with a G19 on my hip
Broad day with a band outside trying to catch a goddamn lick
When I go slide, bitch, I got a bat with me
I'm a don, nigga, you can't get your stamp from me
Ain't moving right, boy, and get your stamps up
Know he dead flat, can't vote side just like a crook
If I let this bitch off, everybody going look
All that money they should flip, but this shit getting took
There's young niggas from the east side that got booked
Still ride my partner, that's not a good look
I can tell how he shoot, boy, I know he a rookie
This gelato 41, we ain't smoking on no cookie
Ain't going back and forth with a nigga, he a pussy
I'ma take they ass off, everybody overlooked
Can't trust a nigga, think about PJ, ready to bust a nigga
That nigga money funny just like Cris Tucker
I'm trying to get it off just like a fake usher
I let that stick talk, I don't do discussion
Band stuff a nigga like a goddamn Russian
Big-ass 40, nigga, I don't do no tussling
Monkey out the zoo, banana clip to put him under
Take his ass off, rip him off like a bundle
Pistols in my pants, why that bitch want Cudi
Still hang with the mob, I'm a real-life juggler
Take his ass off through the swamp or whatever
Nine millimeter ripping through that boy leather
Taking me off?
Hell nah, you will never
I ain't going, my vampire ain't going
These bitches, they going
Your old bitch, she fucking the gang, that ho whoring
I smoke a Tre 5 in the morning
I fuck my bitch every time I'm horny
I had kicked that bitch out 'cause she boring
Dumped my opp with.223 just like I'm Jordan
Big Wo got a stick, I paint the clip orange
Give a fuck 'bout your clique
Bitch, I got an army
Wolf finna knock him off
We know he informing
Yeah
I'm on the block posted up with hooligans
We in a war, on that goddamn stupid shit
Free Capo, lord, everybody know I'm hitting it
Big Baby life shit, who the fuck could that be?
Scrap dog, nigga got all types of genes
Gen 5 on me, Glock come cooking scenes
Nigga, he so pussy, hit him up again
Boy, I want the smoke, you want to tell me when?
Bitch, I'm on your ass and you know I don't pretend
Let 'em off and we made them bullets fly through the wind
Kyro said fuck them boys, they not my kin
I'm going to have to pop a nigga if he trending
I'm clutching this glizzy, nigga, this shit empty
I be hunting down outsiders in my city
These big-ass bullets, you gon' need new kidneys
Big-ass bullets
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