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Turk:

Niggas steady getting chopped

Losin they life behind stupid shit

Ain't that a bitch

Niggas, gettin' they wig split

And it's a shame

Killin' has became a fame

I cannot see my brains layin

On the ground

I keep my 9 on my waistline

Chop 'em down

Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around

and, it's t-shirt land

when niggas ain't playin'

Got a chrome glock got it cocked

Red dot on yo' knot

As I pop

Nonstop

Till you drop

Pronounced dead

On the spot

It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block

A nigga, from BlackConnect

Will leave ya wet

Fa' sho yo' face is on the next

If ya disrespect

I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it

Hollow points bullets racin' it

Niggas ain't makin' it

When I bust

Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust

If you bust, when I spray

Head for shelter

10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya

A lot of punk niggas try to play hard

Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue

Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you.



Bullet Proof:

16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope

Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero

50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat

I'm a Hot Boy to the police

And I'm a thug on the street

Yeah I score from Slim and B

10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves

Goin' for 2 G's

UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet

Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check

Big body on broaders, that's all I know