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Brodie I don't wanna do it So you just lay down You don't wanna die (aye) You don't wanna die Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Brodie my bra got my back in this bitch Got the strap in this bitch With the Glock in the sig 6 in his chest And he popped like a jigg Spinna don't do it It's already did Location on ain't ducking shit Shug brother Gang Gang In This bitch Flame in this bitch let it bang in this bitch Whole crew opera mode let it sang in this bitch Don't get motherfucking shot nigga You acting like you wanna get shot nigga Choppa cook a nigga like George Forman It's real Spinna don't chill Look through the site then bang on the drill Get his whole name so we know where he live Ion talk about it I be really in the field Poles on deck like a light by a field Clip got a curve like a motherfucking elbow Imma shoot first imma get out the jam hoe Choppa go BLAM no choppa go BLAT Shoot at his mouth & his nose & his hat 2 shots can miss and just one can connect Either way all of the shots at his head (Grrrrr) Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up 1 nigga 2 guns Big money blue Huns I shoot you run Smoke gas this shit so strong It f*ck up yo lungs You ain't fucking kick rocks Stop by the side and skrtt through the block Shoot at his mama his granny his pops Swinging that cutta like kids in the park Swinging that cutta like kids in the swing Bet you won't leave out the way that you Came We on the parking lot tucking them thangs Nigga get to set Tripping Tec spitting Vet dipping You ain't heard at the door This f*ck nigga say I can't bring the strap wit me Well I ain't going in if I can't bring the strap wit me And if I got it Somebody else got it So you know I got my gat wit me I tell me partna SHOOT IT UP And you know he Make is gat empty I'm Wit Still Shootin, Shootem Up, Wop Wit That Chop, Ski Mask, & No Face Ain't no telling what I might do But I ain't tryna f*ck up bro face Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the f*ck up