Aye yea nigga mutha fuckin franchise in this bitch, franchize records, nigga popin they
Mutha fuckin gun like we ain gon do shit. We don do no mutha fuckin fightin jees a man
Trigga man, load dat choppa up mutha fucker,yea,(reload) buddy dat 45 ready niga? (reload)
Aye pimpin ur 9 cop dem train (reload) niga, yeah you kno I keep mine 1 in da
Chamber,(reload) aye wat the fuuck,(reload) hard nine,(reload) nuts,(reload) me?(reload)
Work?(reload) , all dese mutha fuckin guns,(reload) we ain gat no more mutha fuckin
Words.(reload)
All you hear is the (reload) wen I lay you down on the ground it's the (reload) sound they
Popin like they hard but they feel (reload) they hoes I kno that they get scared wen they
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Hear (reload) (Oh no), first I get the k and den I (reload) it's danger, den I load a huned
Rounds,(reload) (one in da chamber), you gotta aim at the chest up,(reload)(thro dem 45's)
Then shoot at they head if they vest up,(reload)(load dem glock 9's) my ak 45 and nine milli
Cock bak you like a runt, one squeeze a button will make ur head drop bak, wen I hear my
Bitch say,(reload) im redy to go, but wen you hear my bitch say (reload) ,im lettin her go,
So wat mutha fucker wat,(reload) now here they come, you betta duk mutha fucker duk (reload)
'cause you cnt run. Man fuck dem bitch ass nigas talkin dat fuck shit niga, load dem mutha
Fuckin guns up ride out.
45 and choppas and nines (reload) (whoo my)(x4)
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Step on the scene wit the green and a (reload) wen shit get ugly I put the beam on the
(reload) the block den became a murder scene cuase the (reload) first it was shots now
Sirens from the (reload) franchize the team an we da king from wit the (reload) I don't gotta
Say a thing you gimmie cream wen you hear (reload) im makin shit spark like new years eve
With the
Dese niggas b runin dey mouth but they don't wan drama I finna kidnap they daughta n send a
Note to her mama I can wear tims and sweater n still b cool in the summa ride on you nigas
Like paper but my tool in my lama im movin work in da hood and yall ain seein my numba im
Paranoid alredi I keep dat tool tuked unda wen I pull up in da club it's 26 on da humma
(reload) armed wit rokets armed wit choppas
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