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They say guns kill people, stupid motherfuckers with guns kill people

And I hang, with stupid motherfuckers

It start to clip, click-clack blucker-bluck

It start to clip, click-clack blucker-bluck

Fo' niggas in a slab, dressed in black clothes

Filling up the clip, smoke blowing out they nose

Niggas trying to play Zilla, they owe the kid do'

The playa already emotionally fell, for a stripper ho

Oldest trick in the book, but fuck it it still works

Niggas think with they other head, when it come to them skirts

Waiting for Strawberry, to ring the burner celly

Tell us when she ready, and we storming the telly

Patiently waiting, and the cell phone vibrates

Text message received, room 228

Tightened up my gloves, and walked up the stairs

Tell Brown to grab a hoody, so we can cover up that bare

Now y’all know Zilla, bout to really lose his cool

Peeped through the window, this nigga rocking new dues

Kicked in the door, one shot to the ceiling

Then one to the leg, fuck boy where’s my bread

Now Strawberry you can go, foxy I’ll holla at you later

Get with Double Double, he’ll get you straight on that paper

She leave out the do', we tie his clown ass up

Nigga in debt with the kid, we gon fuck his bum ass up

Smack passed this nigga cell phone, here’s the address for them chippers

Don’t try nothing stupid, them AK’s will rip you

And I was willing to go out, like Sylvester in Rocky

Guarantee I’ll pop it, over the bread in my pocket

Disrespect me nigga, I tried to let it slide

Then we pulled up, see 24's on your ride

New jewels on your neck, studs in your ear

Ring is stung, like I can’t make it disappear

Cell phone rings, money there you work fast

Just when I thought, I was bout to smoke your bitch ass

Now I got my bread, I’m chilling I ain’t gon kill him

(fuck it Tum let’s charge these niggas), fuck it Gram kill him