Gun Powder

Tahj Money
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 I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
 Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
 Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
 My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
 Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
 We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
 Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
 Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
 Take off his nose
 None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold
 Clutching cutters, me and my brothers riding around smoking dope
 I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low
 This ain't no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed
 Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told
 Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth looking froze
 You sipping lean, that's not prescription, got 'em coming by loads
 Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes
 I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
 Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
 Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
 My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
 Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
 We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
 Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
 Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
 I bought a chopper then I filled it up
 I catch 'em, I'ma fill 'em up
 Walk down, headshots, hit the corner, rip 'em up
 Y'all better listen to the words I say, we living in our last days
 Point blank, proven, cigarettes and ash trays
 I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
 Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
 Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
 My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
 Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
 We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
 Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
 Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
 Grrah, hahahaha
 Haha, bitch, come here