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[intro: young nudy]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
yeah, i’ma k!ll that muhf*cka talkin’ sh*t, y’all know what i’m sayin’? for real
y’all need some motivators (sh*t, sh*t), get some muhf*ckin’ paper
sh*t, sh*t (f*ck ’em), for real
sh*t, sh*t, yeah
how many times we gotta come do it? how many come bust they wig? (how many?)

[chorus: young nudy]
how many of them live? how many of ’em made it home? back to they kids (not plenty)
this sh*t’ll get real, this sh*t is for real (uh*huh), you n*ggas don’t play in the field (don’t do it)
you play with the fire, you better use it (use it), don’t pump*fake, and don’t you abuse it (nah)
play with my brother, you know i get slime, i pull up and shoot ‘еm, i make sure they dyin’
thеy know that i’m ridin’ (yeah), they know i’m 4l, i’m slime for mine (4l)
n*gga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (you dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that sh*t like committing a crime (yeah), yeah
you got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh*huh)
k!llin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (nah)
[verse 1: young nudy]
we get money ’round here, p*ssy n*gga, [?], sh*t confused
n*gga be thinkin’ we don’t play with them tools, [?] playin’ ’round with these blues
n*gga be steppin’ on sh*t in the loubs (steppers, rich shooter)
tell 12 to get off my d*ck, hate when these f*ck n*ggas be watchin’
call these n*ggas 12, they like detectives, n*gga be plottin’ and watchin’, it’s extra
n*gga be switchin’ and b*tchin’, it’s pressure, n*gga ain’t shootin’, ain’t applyin’ no pressure (b*tch)
f*ck wrong with ’em? they cannot stop me, they know i’m too extra (nah)
why you too broke and you talkin’ ’bout pressure? (you broke) got a new shooter i’m ready to test you (i got ’em)
for real, i got so many, they do what i say so (got so many they do what i say so)
for real, i know a shooter, i got him in clayco (i know a shooter, i got him in, huh?), yeah
i got some n*ggas on the west (yeah), i got some shooters on the east, who the f*ck? slime ain’t runnin’ these streets

[chorus: young nudy & key glock]
how many of them live? how many of ’em made it home? back to they kids (not plenty)
this sh*t’ll get real, this sh*t is for real (uh*huh), you n*ggas don’t play in the field (don’t do it)
you play with the fire, you better use it (use it), don’t pump*fake, and don’t you abuse it (nah)
play with my brother, you know i get slime, i pull up and shoot ’em, i make sure they dyin’
they know that i’m ridin’ (yeah), they know i’m 4l, i’m slime for mine (4l)
n*gga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (you dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that sh*t like committing a crime (yeah), yeah
you got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh*huh)
k!llin’ whoever, everybody steppers (everybody steppers), no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (nah, nah)

[verse 2: key glock]
real deal holyfield, n*ggas bologna (yeah)
they call me glock, you can get it, you wanted (fah, bah, bah)
yeah, i keep it on me, show me my opponent (b*tch, what’s up? uh)
short lil’ thick b*tch, my little pony (yeah)
she tryna ride this thing like coney island, if i’m drivin’ in it, i own it (yeah, i own that b*tch, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
these rap n*ggas jabronies, they cappin’ and lyin’ up on they dead homies
they cappin’ and lyin’ ’bout everything they do (they do)
i dare you to reach for these jewels (jewels)
i pop your ass just like a pimple (bah, bah)
i make the situation cool (cool) down, then turn around and spin ’em, yeah (bah, bah)
shrimp ass n*ggas, i grill ’em (grill ’em), i don’t play by no rules
h*ll nah, these racks won’t bend up, h*ll yeah, these hoes gon’ choose (choose)
h*ll yeah, i keep that tool (tool), h*ll nah, can’t go like that (like that)
no lackin’, i can’t snooze, ain’t ask yourself this question
[chorus: young nudy & key glock]
how many of them live? how many of ’em made it home? back to they kids (not plenty, back to they kids, huh)
this sh*t’ll get real, this sh*t is for real (uh*huh), you n*ggas don’t play in the field (don’t do it, nah)
you play with the fire, you better use it (use it), don’t pump*fake, and don’t you abuse it (nah)
play with my brother, you know i get slime, i pull up and shoot ’em, i make sure they dyin’
they know that i’m ridin’ (yeah), they know i’m 4l, i’m slime for mine (4l)
n*gga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (you dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that sh*t like committing a crime (yeah, yeah), yeah
you got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh*huh)
k!llin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (nah)

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