.[Intro]
What up don don
We bout to take this shit to New York
Kno' what I'm sayin' B ow-wee
[Verse]
I got the biscuit, no gravy on it
Glock like an open receiver there's no safety on it
Keep the four pounds like a newborn baby
That was born premature fro.
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