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Price & Mack

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I just hit yo partners, niggas never made a will, yeah
I just did a barter, moved bout hundred thousand bills, yeah
I just hit your bitch now CVS, she get a pill, yeah
I just hit a lick like Kobe, how we doin' drills, yeah

Niggas need a pack, so the runner move it fast, yeah
Satisfaction guaranteed, or get ya money back, yeah
Expediting, shipping, Besos how we moving packs
Rain, sleet or shine, nigga, we is gon' adapt

On a mission, do it fast, nigga settle up your bill
If you think bout running off, clutch the trigger, we gon' kill
Kill that nigga and his mans, chaos demon snatch his soul
Dropped him in the ditch, the 30, got him on the floor

Move with caution, move in silence, or you finna meet yo end
We gon' pull up out the west, we curving bullets like we Gib
Only way you make it out, my nigga, if we miss , we dont ever miss
We really neo, wickin' with a stick

I just hit em like I'm Nash, line him crimson with the beam
Nigga choppa do the most, steady choppin' up ya team
Dirty bitch can't link the crib, many bodies, she a ho
I'ma have to hit a rubber, I'ma hit the cornerstone

She said, nigga, fuck a rubber, suckin' swimmers down to Nill
Man her jaws is, moving sharky, all the swimmers that she kill
She want seconds, she want more, three course, sex, I give a feast
Many rounds I can't recall, in that Pussy, I went beast

Got a Glock up in the mission, bullet rippin' from the drum
Call the gat, Sharri Richardson the way it hit yo lung
The intention of the drill is so you never see the sun
Six feet under, now you mixing all the worms and all the dung, yeah

I Ain't missing with that gun, put that opp up in a cask
Nigga, worry bout some hoes, I'm only thinking bout the straps
They gon' test you, so you gotta be so ready, never lack
We so ready with them army sticks, we finna make em clap, yeah

D.O.D. a endless, budget surplus on attack , yeah
Highway of death, nigga, lighting up the track, yeah
did em like Saddam, then put they gold up in a sack, yeah
How we hit official, you could call us Price and Mack

Shooter finna blow, yeah
How we sent that missile, nigga, ducking on the floor , yeah
Carpet bombing sets , so you ain't got no where to go, yeah
turn ya to a refugee, we chasing all the foes, yeah

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Raemar Nelson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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