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You can catch me in a whip with a fifth of pictures Then I'm poppin' a clip bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You see that's on the ass, anxious to get you
But my penis is a mag when I lift it, hit you
Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
I solemnly swear on my daughter's tears
The nigga that got him in the head to feel it before the year ends
Hope you inconspicuous, my friend
Cause once the word get back, you're in a world of sin
Bullets will hurt her with him
For trying to murder what's been determined
As the first solo African
To go platinum where the accident happened at
But maggots, I'm alive, revenge is to get back
My mama, blood pressure was affected from that
My little girl need a daddy on the phone
At a certain time, exact now
And niggas act wild
But when the Mac come out, your niggas exiled
And I don't wanna hear X, Y, Z
I'm X-ing out your whole entity for trying to kill me
Filthy motherfuckers, I'll show you what real be
When these HTBs light up your kidneys
I'm so sincere, you're seeing a hearse this year
It's not a verse, it's a curse for bursting
What's on your person over here?
This is Obi here, I'm clear
Niggas beware, I'm coming at you with firearms and air
And your purpose so superfluous
How could I be merciful when mercenaries go?
Nigga, I got paid while I had your ass urgently exposed
No emergencies bringing back your souls
Slugs shatter your bones
For pat-pat me in the dome
Learn this pattern, we catch him at home
He wrong, that's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen
Another dirty motherfucker's gone
You can catch me in a whip with a fifth of pictures
Then I'm popping a clip bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch a tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you
But my penis is a mag when I lift it, hit you
Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
Second round's on me
One, two, three
Oh shit bro
Rob it, shoot it, kill it, murder
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