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Lyrics Dj Shab - Gutta Takeoff

Creepin' while you sleepin', boy you all about a sack
The grinch all through the weekend you can call us men in black
Geek up for no reason, I just hit, you know I splat
Pa** her to my n***a, she toot a*s and throw it back
Nine the Randy Moss, he caught the pa**, he caught the pa**
Wrap a n***a up, toetag him, body bag him
Remember we was down and now we up so n***as mad

They tryna set a bounty on my motherf**in' head
I'ma be the first to tell you n***as I ain't scared
Way before my time, check the clock, lil bro you dead
These jits goin' AWOL for golds in their lil spread
While Lil Nine, I'm chasin' checks, watch 'em crash, we watch them

wreck
Time to run down on your set, Pacific Ocean, s**t got wet
All in her lil chest, dead flies, put them to rest
Nothin' like these other n***as, I'm a thoroughbred
Heard they left him on the set, they left my n***a there for dead

Yeah I'm smokin' loud so I can't hear nothin' that you sayin'
I'm on Lud Foe s**t, I feel like the man
She say I'm eighteen now so I can be her man
Told her daughter f**k your daddy, baby I'm your kin, ooh
Free my n***a Ken, they got him locked down in the pen
Call lil bro the top 'cause all the gang know is spin