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Sensei, I be doing karate
Money like I was illuminati
I'll come get the back end, just send the deposit
Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally
They let me in with the strap in the party
My young niggas, they be going retarded
Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon
Ride with the stick and already got bodies
Chop up the work, I divide it
Rich nigga trap out the Mazi
Fly as a bitch, I'm the pilot
If that's your hoe, well, I'm inside it
Money only thing that get me excited
Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson
They with the shooters, already got bodies
Omertà, killers really move in silence

Adding up math, cooking up science
I'm trapping all day, I don't know she was grinding
They know I'm Black 'cause these African diamonds
Fuck all that fighting, get slapped with that iron
Trapping them bags and selling those dimes
Pablo the plug, I can give you a fine
That rollie let me know that money is time
Bought her an ass and some titties, she was fine
Pour up that raw Hitech, I don't drink wine
One shot, turn a nigga to a stop sign
Hot boy, I got bodies on my Glock nine
Walk around with a chopper like a Rottweiler
Like I'm in L.A., one button by my collar
[?] shoot before you [?]
Smoke a nigga, call me Bob Marley
Chop up the body and put in the foreign

Sensei, I be doing karate
Money like I was illuminati
I'll come get the back end, just send the deposit
Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally
They let me in with the strap in the party
My young niggas, they be going retarded
Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon
Ride with the stick and already got bodies
Chop up the work, I divide it
Rich nigga trap out the Mazi
Fly as a bitch, I'm the pilot
If that's your hoe, well, I'm inside it
Money only thing that get me excited
Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson
They with the shooters, already got bodies
Omertà, killers really move in silence

Fuck up his blunt when I spray with that iron
I just spent a bag and I ain't never shop online
Shooting shit up, posted up on the front line
You're a pussy nigga if you don't shoot for your kind
Fuck niggas ain't one of my kind
I know one on the block put in the time
High school, young niggas serving at lunch lines
I got a junkie, he'll snake you for one line
[?] niggas getting shot over punchlines
Trapping the [?] shot in the summertime
It's a MONY set, I'ma tell your ass one time
Posted with dirty sticks, ducking one time
Hung around junkies, they beating like Drumline
Hundred niggas throwing gang signs
Nigga want beef, must've lost his mind
We shoot up the party and everybody fall in line

Sensei, I be doing karate
Money like I was illuminati
I'll come get the back end, just send the deposit
Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally
They let me in with the strap in the party
My young niggas, they be going retarded
Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon
Ride with the stick and already got bodies
Chop up the work, I divide it
Rich nigga trap out the Mazi
Fly as a bitch, I'm the pilot
If that's your hoe, well, I'm inside it
Money only thing that get me excited
Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson
They with the shooters, already got bodies
Omertà, killers really move in silence
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