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Yea you already know what it is when you heard this one right
All dowgs go to heaven you know
You gonna die i made up my mind
Im taking your cake im taking your ice
Im taking your bread im taking your head
Off your shoulders you wont know anybody
Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit
And i shoot to swish like i never miss
So when i pull up for it you know im scoring
Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch
Slow up nigga better stay in your lane
That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name
Im taking your watch im stopping your clock
I don't know if it be early or late
No you not fam no you not gang
You get a closed casket and a cold case
We'll call you bruce lee roy
You'll catch a bullet
You'll catch a bullet in your face
I ain't never been a bitch
I always had to ride
I don't care who you know
Tell em pull up outside
I don't care who they got coming wit em
Or whoever came to ride
And I don't care who you are nigga same thing applies
I'm in the same spot baby
And I ain't never ducking
If he can't make it to me
Then tell em that im coming
I was trying to hide where
Im anywhere you want me
Like I'm State farm
I'll pop up as long as you call for me
You gonna die i made up my mind
Im taking your cake im taking your ice
Im taking your bread im taking your head
Off your shoulders you wont know anybody
Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit
And i shoot to swish like i never miss
So when i pull up for it you know im scoring
Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch
Slow up nigga better stay in your lane
That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name
Im taking your watch im stopping your clock
I don't know if it be early or late
No you not fam no you not gang
You get a closed casket and a cold case
We'll call you bruce lee roy
You'll catch a bullet
You'll catch a bullet in your face
I call shotgun
Don't ever try to play me for a bitch baby
Im not one
Im not with the shits im with the sticks baby
I got them
And all i gotta do is send a text baby
I got friends
And they gone say got em
Now can't nobody find em
Shit don't ask me i don't know what happened
He was cappin
He was lackin
Well i can only imagine
He probably got tied up
And knotted up really badly
He got tangled up and strangled up and still got shot after
You gonna die i made up my mind
Im taking your cake im taking your ice
Im taking your bread im taking your head
Off your shoulders you wont know anybody
Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit
And i shoot to swish like i never miss
So when i pull up for it you know im scoring
Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch
Slow up nigga better stay in your lane
That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name
Im taking your watch im stopping your clock
I don't know if it be early or late
No you not fam no you not gang
You get a closed casket and a cold case
We'll call you bruce lee roy
You'll catch a bullet
You'll catch a bullet in your face
You think im a bitch try me
That's where you take your last breath
Big L fat F
That's gonna be you last test
Hands up don't reach
One move can get your ass stretched
And you better watch mouth or that'll be the last thing you said
If i start sending shots
No it wont be shade
You gone be the first in the grave
You gone be the first to reach the gates
And i hope you saved a spot for your boy
Cause he on his way
You mines well RSVP your whole f*cking gang
Im a f*cking bangaa
You gonna die i made up my mind
Im taking your cake im taking your ice
Im taking your bread im taking your head
Off your shoulders you wont know anybody
Niggas pussy they a lick or get hit
And i shoot to swish like i never miss
So when i pull up for it you know im scoring
Tryin shoot 30 30 in this bitch
Slow up nigga better stay in your lane
That bitch gone get wet for speaking my name
Im taking your watch im stopping your clock
I don't know if it be early or late
No you not fam no you not gang
You get a closed casket and a cold case
We'll call you bruce lee roy
You'll catch a bullet
You'll catch a bullet in your face