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Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
When I be in the A, I be poppin'
King of Compound, ask
I be dead fresh, I'm stylish
If water around the house, that b**ch an island
Late night, got a b**ch on Fallon
Brand new 'Rari with the
stripes
I be in the kitchen, I'm the chef
D**e ain't coming back, I got to get it right
Don't make me f**k your b**ch, that p**sy poppin'
We be ballin' like we hit the lotto
We some real niggas, that's the motto
We be in the club, where the sparklers at?
I just sold a brick now I got
bread
Fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head
Boy I got the 40, it got hollow heads
And you a yes ni**a, you a bobble head
My money out the banks and hit to Mexico
El Chapo just escaped, I'm trying to double that
Free Big Meech and Free
, we need blessings
I'm a dopeboy, where the legends at?
I just moved to Miami with the
Shoutout to
and
I be with the Haitians in Little Haiti
Caught a dirty, damn near violated probation
Called my mama from the bank, told her we made it
B**ch asked me if the p**sy good, told her I hate it
And she lyin' to her friends, saying I ate it
But I only
on the head, we never dated
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Niggas watching in the closet, see you plottin'
Boy you a f**k ni**a, you ridin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
This that big money sh*t, that executive sh*t
This that young ni**a with the shirt off in the Lambo sh*t
This that park that hoe, come back in a 'Rari sh*t
This that make these niggas jump off the motherf**kin' bridge
You know what I'm talking about?
This that
sh*t
This that have a hundred, this that motherf**kin' buzz down drug
That b**ch hate it, this that crib look like a small
on them pussies
And we cash that out
You ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
You ain't got no enemies, you ain't street
We built for
CMG!
Art of Hustle
This that
understand