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[Verse 1: Cory Gunz:]
f*ck with my click, no yall just not
Go for my sh*t, I'm gonna bust shots
I've been leaned down, I'll be highed up
She give me mouth, watch we ride up
I'm so drift out, I can't see sh*t
But my white cup and my cheese grip
Flow so doped out, I don't f*ck round
CMB b*tch or just wipe down
Hot top red dunks, camo cargos
I hit that trunk and more arsenal
Stack my bread right, mind your own sh*t
Pause, get off mine and ride your own di*k
Spray at [?]
b*tch I'm so f*cked up say I don't stress sh*t
Stroke through my block get shot to death quick
Get box, get stretch ribs [?] and left ittt

[Chorus: Juicy J:]
f*ck the laws, f*ck a hater, I'm a gun toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tot her
f*ck a n*gga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him a total x2

[Verse 2: Juicy J:]
I put a ticket on your head just for looking at me wrong
When that thing go off it get quiet like a song
My AK barrel long, I don't know what I be on
But if a n*gga out of pocket then I gotta get em wrong
Man down, lay em down, hit the fence, tell'em don't make a sound
My Alibi is that I'm out of town with a foreign b*tch getting cap and gown
High as f*ck like Bobby Brown and I'm smoking gas by the half of pound
In the strip club in VIP, watching ass go up and down
These n*ggas lying, sofa n*ggas dying
I ain't trying to raise the murder rate but these n*ggas trying me
What it be, got a Glock under my seat
If you're trying to get attention hollow tips you gotta meet
[Chorus: Juicy J:]
f*ck the laws, f*ck a hater, I'm a gun toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tot her
f*ck a n*gga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him a total x2