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Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Wait, I got him (come here), I ain't sparing ♥♥♥♥ (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nah, we ain't bowling, I'ma strike out like a ♥♥♥♥♥ (come here, come on)
Pistol toting and this Glock do got a kick, yeah (yeah, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, no Crayola, it get violent, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)