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[Intro] My nigga if you ain't coppin' you ain't got no business around the fucking spot Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for? [Chorus] Booking on a inner state Im bailing with them bricks Cooking with the flower hit me if you need a fish Bottom of the ninth choppers loaded thats the ball game Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss Fuck up out my dope house Fuck up out my dope house Fuck up out my dope house Fuck up out my dope house [Verse 1] No degrees but did my thing in culinary Either that or coudln't hit them courts and hoop Creep up on them with them hammers we gon nail'em Keep my pistols smoking like some Campbell soup