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I walk in, big Glock on my waist, use Caution. Straight swag to the bank, I'm walkin'. Got a bitch at the crib, no stoppin'. Head to the rack every motherfuckin' day. Wake up every day because I'm tryna get paid. I'ma kill a motherfucker if he gettin' in my Way. No self-defense, I kill a motherfucker first. Put the gun to his mom fuckin' face. Feds outside with the beam, I'm joggin'. Back to the trap with a bitch I'm doggin'. Want a big never ask for the paw print. Never defendin' myself, I'm on offense. Come the body, I'ma put him in a coffin. Really want the fade, then pull up to the Office. Creep out the crib like a zombie from Dying Light. Here with that side, yeah, lil' boy, You gon' die tonight. I want the bullet with That motherfuckin' eye in sight. And I promise I'ma kill him, no life in Sight. And if you run up, promise that you Won't survive the fight. Flash bang on the bitch Like a blinding light. Put a hole in his Head, he can die tonight. I'm no thot, they Get hit with the crosser. I got smoke in My blunt like a Rasta. And I'm whippin' up Hot just like pasta. I walk in, big Glock On my waist, use caution. Straight swag to the bank, I'm walkin'. Got a bitch at the crib, no stoppin'. Head to rack every motherfuckin' day. Wake up every day because I'm tryna get paid. I'ma kill a motherfucker if he gettin' in my Way. No self-defense, I kill a motherfucker first. Put the gun to his mom fuckin' face. Feds outside with the beam, I'm joggin'. Back to the trap with a bitch I'm doggin'. Want a big dog, never ask for the paw Print. Never defendin' myself, I'm on offense. Come for the body, I'ma put him in a Coffin. If you really want the fade, then I'ma Pull up to the office. Creep out the crib Like a zombie from Dying Light. Here with that side, lil' boy, you gon' die Tonight. I want the bullet with that motherfuckin' Eye in sight. And I promise I'ma kill him, No life sight. And if you run up, promise That you won't survive the fight. Flash bang on The bitch like a blinding light. Put a hole in his head, he can die Tonight. I'm no thot, they get hit with the Crosser. I got smoke in my blunt like a Rasta. And I'm whippin' up hot just like pasta.