Lyrics
That boy is a fool he ain't do his thang
Run up on me ima let this shit rang
I handled that boy now he walk with a cane
Big 223 now it shoot from a long range
I call up my shooters now they on the way
I got the chop-pas Dre load up the K
I gotta 223 it shoot at your brain
You a advocate boy we not the same
Made that boy mad He don't got no aim
Cropped him out the picture now he out the frame
I tote a revolver but my names not Wayne
Its a new year but I'm on the same thang
Pockets fat just like a whale
Run up you will get impaled (Uh)
I got the trap for sale
I shot him then sent him to the holy Grail
These niggas is bitches these niggas is Frail
I give a fuck what a bitch say
Choppa Chop him
Just like some hay
I get the bread thats everyday
Dont give a fuck what a bitch say
Ill find a nigga just like a maze
Im so high bitch im in space
Ill run like a relay race
That boy is a fool he ain't do his thang
Run up on me ima let this shit rang
I handled that boy now he walk with a cane
Big 223 now it shoot from a long range
I call up my shooters now they on the way
I got the chop-pas Dre load up the K
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Antonio Morrison
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