Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well f** it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets and guns moke! Dipset!
Now
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, p**y ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be f*got, bring the drama to me
I'm presidential n***a, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I don't need no cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these n***as
I don't care if they small or some stocky n***as
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these n***as
What they name again? What they claim again?
Yeah these f*gots hated, 'cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you a**a**inated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey
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We blastin' big tecs (tecs!)
Cashin' big checks (ch-ching!)
n***a's talking right? I ain't heard sh** yet! (nope!)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his b**h wet (wet)
And the kids go "look dad Dipset!"
Dipset!
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (touchdown!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke)
No forty or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)