Lyrics:

(feat. Todd Nitty) Restraint! Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted Ain't no hoes over here Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds The war is on, and all my killers is riding Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast) [Todd Nitty] I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop Yelling out 'Fuck Tha Po' who some call it 5-0 Better look out for when they pull that kick door Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with The fucking hood rats, because them some broke hoes Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her dough The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit sound Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks 9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass Motherfucking street thugs, legit ballers Money and the power, moving that flour Taking no shorts and taking no losses Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that.. [hook] One, two, three, 45.'s, Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x] A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us gangsta's Because we some mobstas You come with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya' See it's that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like bitches titties Who is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon nigga And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that bitch Sent his

 

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