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And I got shooters that´ll shoot (Guess they in they feelings, bruh)
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you (Let´s get it)

Blame what I went through

Soon as I get up out of bed, I grab my Glock, make sure it´s cocked
One in the head, I´m paranoid
Wish I was not, wish it would stop
But it won´t, can´t trust a bitch and fuck an opp
That show I think, that´s how I move, that´s how I rock (Uh)
Shout out my block
Man, we don´t respect you, boy, you talk to cops (You talk to cops)
I just bought a brand new Draco, thirty shots (Grrr)
Oh, and a mop, and a helicop´ (Grrr)
That´s a chop (Grrr)
Extra bullets in my socks just in case it´s up (It´s up, it´s up)

Armed and dangerous (Huh)
Man, don´t play with us (Man, don´t play with us)
We really rich, y´all really broke, fuck you gon´ say to us? (Fuck you gon´ say to us?)
Tell that man come get his bitch, she tryna stay with us (Ooh)
And I´m off that cognac (Huh)
Brand new piece, got it from Luxe, look how they froze that (VVS)
Still spendin´ money from 2016, bet they ain´t know that (Know that)
They said I was broke, check my account, fuck am I broke at?
Yeah, snow that
I´m the Big Steppa (Huh)
The big red, the big head (RedLyfe)
Ten niggas, that´s ten glizzy´s with ten legs (Grr, grr, grr)

Pillow talkin´ niggas, all in a bitch bed (Hoe)
Don´t tell me about no hoe, fuck what a bitch said (Hoe)

Y´all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck (Man, go get a buck)
If your money low then get it up (Get it up)
Stop all that whinin´ shit, stop all that bitchin´ up (Pussy)
You wanna be rich or what?
You wanna die broke or live it up?

And I got shooters that´ll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
Blame what I went through
Fuck love, tough love, that´s all I knew
And when they count me out, I count my money too

Sippin´ on some shit that got my head goin´
And if that nigga end up dead, it´s probably ´cause he was dead wrong

Livin´ good but still could pull up in that ´Rari in the hood (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
No bodyguards, just a couple shooters that will bend your hood (Grr, grr, baow)
Mob shit and we ain´t never on no star shit
Just parked up with a couple niggas that will park shit (Grrr)
Lookin´ like a target but I´m cautious (Uh-huh)
We not tryna end ya life so don´t start shit (No, don´t that)
Big Royce with the stars look like a starship (Ooh, ooh)
.380, lil´ baby on me, that´s my dog shit (That´s my dog)

I´m the Big Don, the Big Pen, the Big Fish (Big Fish)
I´m with ten hitters, that´s ten Glocks with ten clips (Grr, grr)
They claim they real niggas but they got bitch lips (Mm-hmm)
Don´t tell me about them niggas, they on some simp shit (Mm-hmm)

Man, y´all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck (Man, go get a buck)
If your money low then get it up (Get it up)
Stop all that whinin´ shit, stop all that bitchin´ up (Pussy)
You wanna be rich or what?
You wanna die broke or live it up?

And I got shooters that´ll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
Blame what I went through
Fuck love, tough love, that´s all I knew
And when they count me out, I count my money too
Sippin´ on some shit that got my head goin´
And if that nigga end up dead, it´s probably ´cause he was dead wrong