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Run with me or run from me The worse come to worst It’s only gonna be gunplay Feel me nigga I’m sittin' at the table, countin' my money Ain’t where I wanna be, but I got a few hundred Lot of talk on the street, like a nigga crossin' me Well it’s somethin' I gotta see Is it how chain swing? Tired of my face Tellin' lies gettin' niggas wives tied up and raped Similar to the mob, deeper than the rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah they want a nigga dead, they envy my success To be loved, to be loved Oh what a feelin', 100 rounds in the drum Niggas gettin' whacked no sympathy for the soft Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' you dick off I’m a boss, champagne with the steak Pink Rosay jason, Ace by the case Brisco line 2, young nigga what it do? He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her through That’s love, we go back to the blue house And if she bad enough, may take her to the new house My Maserati be the new body Got ya girls panties wetter than a pool party, nigga I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had that bitch sittin' ringside You wanna go that route? I been on this road before I know gunplay, you know gunplay Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss Both lines on the tip of my finger Yellin' bring it, I’m swingin' that iron When I’m swingin' that iron Ain’t thinkin' 'bout time Ain’t thinkin' 'bout mine Ain’t thinkin' 'bout dyin' My niggas so street, my swishers so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep? Speculation of my deal, it was over 10 mil Blowin' herb, chauffeur plus a home didn’t feel Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill murder inc I race, slip 'n slide, they arraign me in the mink Look Ted in the eye, it’s the end of the road And the birth of Maybach, mean I’m gettin' more dough Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor When ya cross Florida line, boy I’m your leader Booby boys still, booby boys real You can name a lot of lames that the booby boys killed Brisco line 2, young nigga what it do? Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through That’s love we go back to the blue house And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house You wanna go that route? I been on this road before I know gunplay, you know gunplay Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss Both lines on the tip of my finger Yellin' bring it, I’m swingin' that iron When I’m swingin' that iron Ain’t thinkin' 'bout time Ain’t thinkin' 'bout mine Ain’t thinkin' 'bout dyin' Gettin' how I’m livin' it Damn near dyin' for every digit I get Fuck they know 'bout that? I ain’t never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhymes I shoot a nigga shittin' around These internet niggas, these ain’t a threat niggas Never seen a laptop in the projects nigga Just powder, cut with comet Fuck them comets, convicts ain’t buyin' it If they ain’t coppin' or fryin' it Don’t get a nigga fired up behind some fuck shit My nigga then what then? Who that behind the curtain I’ll murk 'em Wizard of Oz ass niggas Hidin' behind money, hidin' behind luxury Shootin' up all that fuck shit It’s getting ugly Got Torch on the line, says he got a couple 9's Told him grab 2, bring 'em on through You wanna go that route? I been on this road before I know gunplay, you know gunplay Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss Both lines on the tip of my finger Yellin' bring it, I’m swingin' that iron When I’m swingin' that iron Ain’t thinkin' 'bout time Ain’t thinkin' 'bout mine Ain’t thinkin' 'bout dyin'

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