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block so empty\nKobe make me wanna catch a body\nSeekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n\nMy niggas ridin' with it, they on business\nShoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\nMy hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\nFuck a trial, broski dome the witness\nLookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\nSee 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\nBitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\nSay they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\nLil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\nBlock with red beams to help him pay attention\n\nMurder, murder\nMurder, murder\nStraight murder, murder, murder\n\nAnother day, another dollar for me\n\nWake up and get to the money\n\nMoney on me so that tool is on me\nIf I want him gone I put money on him\n\nAKs with them hundreds in 'em\nLet 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\nI don't bop, I do the money dance\nPack louder than a ambulance\nI be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\nThem new hundons make me feelin' friend\nI send hella bands on my Robin jeans\nGotta get this green by any means\nCop killers in the magazines\nFrom the block to the magazines\n\nI'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\nMake her best friend lick her belly ring\nMy life like a Belly scene\nCatch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\nBitches want me like a wedding ring\n\nNo answer, I just let it ring\nNo time to talk baby, TML\nAnd I don't set up no voicemail\nM-O-B 'til I D-I-E\nWith a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\nShoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\nI told your dumbass not to fuck with me\nNo love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\nShe just suckin' dick if she ugly\nI'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n\nKillers'll hit up a carnival\nGet shot hella times like it's lots of you\n\nWe DOA, they can't doctor you\n\nAh\n\nWatch the bodies drop\nWatch the bodies drop\nBodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop","syncedLyrics":"[00:30.68] Another day, another body droppin'\n[00:32.61] If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n[00:34.55] A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n[00:36.55] Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n[00:38.16] And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n[00:40.15] But I still'll never run from a nigga\n[00:41.98] Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n[00:43.92] Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n[00:45.82] Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n[00:47.73] But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n[00:49.68] My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n[00:51.43] And they take every last thing from a nigga\n[00:53.50] I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n[00:56.42] Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n[00:58.33] So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n[01:00.28] Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n[01:02.27] We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n[01:04.45] Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n[01:06.09] Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n[01:08.24] Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n[01:09.88] Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n[01:11.96] My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n[01:13.65] Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n[01:15.83] My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n[01:17.85] Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n[01:19.44] Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n[01:21.30] See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n[01:24.26] Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n[01:26.17] Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n[01:28.01] Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n[01:30.08] Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n[01:34.24] \n[01:43.05] Murder, murder\n[01:45.31] Murder, murder\n[01:45.43] Straight murder, murder, murder\n[01:47.51] Another day, another dollar for me\n[01:49.67] Wake up and get to the money\n[01:51.59] Money on me so that tool is on me\n[01:53.19] If I want him gone I put money on him\n[01:55.39] AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n[01:57.22] Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n[01:59.13] I don't bop, I do the money dance\n[02:01.08] Pack louder than a ambulance\n[02:02.75] I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n[02:04.64] Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n[02:06.50] I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n[02:08.49] Gotta get this green by any means\n[02:10.63] Cop killers in the magazines\n[02:12.58] From the block to the magazines\n[02:14.65] I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n[02:16.12] Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n[02:18.31] My life like a Belly scene\n[02:20.22] Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n[02:22.29] Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n[02:24.17] No answer, I just let it ring\n[02:25.95] No time to talk baby, TML\n[02:27.84] And I don't set up no voicemail\n[02:29.91] M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n[02:31.45] With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n[02:33.30] Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n[02:35.58] I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n[02:37.47] No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n[02:39.28] She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n[02:41.24] I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n[02:43.38] Killers'll hit up a carnival\n[02:45.02] Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n[02:47.15] We DOA, they can't doctor you\n[02:49.16] Ah\n[02:52.11] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:55.95] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:56.65] Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n[03:39.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Another Day\n  artist: G Herbo\n  album: Welcome to Fazoland\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Another day, another body droppin'\n  start_ms: 30680\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 34550\n- text: A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n  start_ms: 34550\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n  start_ms: 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end_ms: 163380\n- text: Killers'll hit up a carnival\n  start_ms: 163380\n  end_ms: 165020\n- text: Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n  start_ms: 165020\n  end_ms: 167150\n- text: We DOA, they can't doctor you\n  start_ms: 167150\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: Watch the bodies drop\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 175950\n- text: Watch the bodies drop\n  start_ms: 175950\n  end_ms: 176650\n- text: Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n  start_ms: 176650\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219300\nplain: |-\n  Another day, another body droppin'\n  If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n  A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n\n  Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n  And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n  But I still'll never run from a nigga\n  Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n  Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n  Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n  But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n  My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n  And they take every last thing from a nigga\n  I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n\n  Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n  So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n  Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n  We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n  Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n\n  Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n  Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n  Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n\n  My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n  Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n  My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n  Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n  Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n  See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n  Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n  Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n  Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n  Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n\n  Murder, murder\n  Murder, murder\n  Straight murder, murder, murder\n\n  Another day, another dollar for me\n\n  Wake up and get to the money\n\n  Money on me so that tool is on me\n  If I want him gone I put money on him\n\n  AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n  Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n  I don't bop, I do the money dance\n  Pack louder than a ambulance\n  I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n  Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n  I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n  Gotta get this green by any means\n  Cop killers in the magazines\n  From the block to the magazines\n\n  I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n  Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n  My life like a Belly scene\n  Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n  Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n\n  No answer, I just let it ring\n  No time to talk baby, TML\n  And I don't set up no voicemail\n  M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n  With a beam on the heater, I could 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you still can get killed by my younger niggas\nMy young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\nAnd they take every last thing from a nigga\nI got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n\nRidin' with this thirty, I might high speed\nSo I think that I might go get me a Hemi\nLil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\nWe ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\nMolly tryna make his Glock go empty\n\nRidin' on the oppers but they block so empty\nKobe make me wanna catch a body\nSeekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n\nMy niggas ridin' with it, they on business\nShoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\nMy hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\nFuck a trial, broski dome the witness\nLookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\nSee 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\nBitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\nSay they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\nLil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\nBlock with red beams to help him pay attention\n\nMurder, murder\nMurder, murder\nStraight murder, murder, murder\n\nAnother day, another dollar for me\n\nWake up and get to the money\n\nMoney on me so that tool is on me\nIf I want him gone I put money on him\n\nAKs with them hundreds in 'em\nLet 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\nI don't bop, I do the money dance\nPack louder than a ambulance\nI be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\nThem new hundons make me feelin' friend\nI send hella bands on my Robin jeans\nGotta get this green by any means\nCop killers in the magazines\nFrom the block to the magazines\n\nI'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\nMake her best friend lick her belly ring\nMy life like a Belly scene\nCatch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\nBitches want me like a wedding ring\n\nNo answer, I just let it ring\nNo time to talk baby, TML\nAnd I don't set up no voicemail\nM-O-B 'til I D-I-E\nWith a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\nShoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\nI told your dumbass not to fuck with me\nNo love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\nShe just suckin' dick if she ugly\nI'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n\nKillers'll hit up a carnival\nGet shot hella times like it's lots of you\n\nWe DOA, they can't doctor you\n\nAh\n\nWatch the bodies drop\nWatch the bodies drop\nBodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop","syncedLyrics":"[00:30.68] Another day, another body droppin'\n[00:32.61] If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n[00:34.55] A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n[00:36.55] Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n[00:38.16] And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n[00:40.15] But I still'll never run from a nigga\n[00:41.98] Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n[00:43.92] Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n[00:45.82] Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n[00:47.73] But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n[00:49.68] My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n[00:51.43] And they take every last thing from a nigga\n[00:53.50] I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n[00:56.42] Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n[00:58.33] So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n[01:00.28] Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n[01:02.27] We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n[01:04.45] Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n[01:06.09] Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n[01:08.24] Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n[01:09.88] Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n[01:11.96] My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n[01:13.65] Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n[01:15.83] My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n[01:17.85] Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n[01:19.44] Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n[01:21.30] See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n[01:24.26] Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n[01:26.17] Say they wanna kill me, act 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ring\n[02:18.31] My life like a Belly scene\n[02:20.22] Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n[02:22.29] Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n[02:24.17] No answer, I just let it ring\n[02:25.95] No time to talk baby, TML\n[02:27.84] And I don't set up no voicemail\n[02:29.91] M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n[02:31.45] With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n[02:33.30] Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n[02:35.58] I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n[02:37.47] No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n[02:39.28] She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n[02:41.24] I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n[02:43.38] Killers'll hit up a carnival\n[02:45.02] Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n[02:47.15] We DOA, they can't doctor you\n[02:49.16] Ah\n[02:52.11] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:55.95] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:56.65] Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n[03:39.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Another Day\n  artist: G Herbo\n  album: 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body\nSeekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n\nMy niggas ridin' with it, they on business\nShoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\nMy hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\nFuck a trial, broski dome the witness\nLookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\nSee 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\nBitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\nSay they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\nLil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\nBlock with red beams to help him pay attention\n\nMurder, murder\nMurder, murder\nStraight murder, murder, murder\n\nAnother day, another dollar for me\n\nWake up and get to the money\n\nMoney on me so that tool is on me\nIf I want him gone I put money on him\n\nAKs with them hundreds in 'em\nLet 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\nI don't bop, I do the money dance\nPack louder than a ambulance\nI be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\nThem new hundons make me feelin' friend\nI send 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somebody\n[00:34.55]A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n[00:36.55]Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n[00:38.16]And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n[00:40.15]But I still'll never run from a nigga\n[00:41.98]Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n[00:43.92]Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n[00:45.82]Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n[00:47.73]But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n[00:49.68]My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n[00:51.43]And they take every last thing from a nigga\n[00:53.50]I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n[00:56.42]Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n[00:58.33]So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n[01:00.28]Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n[01:02.27]We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n[01:04.45]Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n[01:06.09]Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n[01:08.24]Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n[01:09.88]Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n[01:11.96]My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n[01:13.65]Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n[01:15.83]My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n[01:17.85]Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n[01:19.44]Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n[01:21.30]See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n[01:24.26]Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n[01:26.17]Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n[01:28.01]Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n[01:30.08]Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n[01:34.24]\n[01:43.05]Murder, murder\n[01:45.31]Murder, murder\n[01:45.43]Straight murder, murder, murder\n[01:47.51]Another day, another dollar for me\n[01:49.67]Wake up and get to the money\n[01:51.59]Money on me so that tool is on me\n[01:53.19]If I want him gone I put money on him\n[01:55.39]AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n[01:57.22]Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n[01:59.13]I don't bop, I do the money dance\n[02:01.08]Pack louder than a ambulance\n[02:02.75]I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n[02:04.64]Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n[02:06.50]I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n[02:08.49]Gotta get this green by any means\n[02:10.63]Cop killers in the magazines\n[02:12.58]From the block to the magazines\n[02:14.65]I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n[02:16.12]Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n[02:18.31]My life like a Belly scene\n[02:20.22]Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n[02:22.29]Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n[02:24.17]No answer, I just let it ring\n[02:25.95]No time to talk baby, TML\n[02:27.84]And I don't set up no voicemail\n[02:29.91]M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n[02:31.45]With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n[02:33.30]Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n[02:35.58]I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n[02:37.47]No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n[02:39.28]She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n[02:41.24]I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n[02:43.38]Killers'll hit up a carnival\n[02:45.02]Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n[02:47.15]We DOA, they can't doctor you\n[02:49.16]Ah\n[02:52.11]Watch the bodies drop\n[02:55.95]Watch the bodies drop\n[02:56.65]Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n[03:39.30]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Another Day (feat. 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can't survive a shotty\n[00:36.55] Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n[00:38.16] And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n[00:40.15] But I still'll never run from a nigga\n[00:41.98] Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n[00:43.92] Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n[00:45.82] Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n[00:47.73] But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n[00:49.68] My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n[00:51.43] And they take every last thing from a nigga\n[00:53.50] I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n[00:56.42] Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n[00:58.33] So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n[01:00.28] Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n[01:02.27] We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n[01:04.45] Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n[01:06.09] Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n[01:08.24] Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n[01:09.88] Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n[01:11.96] My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n[01:13.65] Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n[01:15.83] My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n[01:17.85] Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n[01:19.44] Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n[01:21.30] See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n[01:24.26] Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n[01:26.17] Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n[01:28.01] Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n[01:30.08] Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n[01:34.24] \n[01:43.05] Murder, murder\n[01:45.31] Murder, murder\n[01:45.43] Straight murder, murder, murder\n[01:47.51] Another day, another dollar for me\n[01:49.67] Wake up and get to the money\n[01:51.59] Money on me so that tool is on me\n[01:53.19] If I want him gone I put money on him\n[01:55.39] AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n[01:57.22] Let 'em off, bring out the 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leave\n[02:39.28] She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n[02:41.24] I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n[02:43.38] Killers'll hit up a carnival\n[02:45.02] Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n[02:47.15] We DOA, they can't doctor you\n[02:49.16] Ah\n[02:52.11] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:55.95] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:56.65] Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n[03:39.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Another Day\n  artist: G Herbo ft. King Louie\n  album: Welcome To Fazoland\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Another day, another body droppin'\n  start_ms: 30680\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 34550\n- text: A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n  start_ms: 34550\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n  start_ms: 38160\n  end_ms: 40150\n- text: But I still'll never run from a nigga\n  start_ms: 40150\n  end_ms: 41980\n- text: Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n  start_ms: 41980\n  end_ms: 43920\n- text: Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n  start_ms: 43920\n  end_ms: 45820\n- text: Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n  start_ms: 45820\n  end_ms: 47730\n- text: But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n  start_ms: 47730\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: And they take every last thing from a nigga\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 53500\n- text: I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n  start_ms: 53500\n  end_ms: 56420\n- text: Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n  start_ms: 56420\n  end_ms: 58330\n- text: So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n  start_ms: 58330\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66090\n- text: Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n  start_ms: 66090\n  end_ms: 68240\n- text: Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n  start_ms: 68240\n  end_ms: 69880\n- text: Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n  start_ms: 69880\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 73650\n- text: Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n  start_ms: 73650\n  end_ms: 75830\n- text: My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n  start_ms: 75830\n  end_ms: 77850\n- text: Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n  start_ms: 77850\n  end_ms: 79440\n- text: Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n  start_ms: 79440\n  end_ms: 81300\n- text: See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n  start_ms: 81300\n  end_ms: 84260\n- text: Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n  start_ms: 84260\n  end_ms: 86170\n- text: Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n  start_ms: 86170\n  end_ms: 88010\n- text: Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n  start_ms: 88010\n  end_ms: 90080\n- text: Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n  start_ms: 90080\n  end_ms: 94240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 94240\n  end_ms: 103050\n- text: Murder, murder\n  start_ms: 103050\n  end_ms: 105310\n- text: Murder, murder\n  start_ms: 105310\n  end_ms: 105430\n- text: Straight murder, murder, murder\n  start_ms: 105430\n  end_ms: 107510\n- text: Another day, another dollar for me\n  start_ms: 107510\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Wake up and get to the money\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111590\n- text: Money on me so that tool is on me\n  start_ms: 111590\n  end_ms: 113190\n- text: If I want him gone I put money on him\n  start_ms: 113190\n  end_ms: 115390\n- text: AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n  start_ms: 115390\n  end_ms: 117220\n- text: Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n  start_ms: 117220\n  end_ms: 119130\n- text: I don't bop, I do the money dance\n  start_ms: 119130\n  end_ms: 121080\n- text: Pack louder than a ambulance\n  start_ms: 121080\n  end_ms: 122750\n- text: I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n  start_ms: 122750\n  end_ms: 124640\n- text: Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n  start_ms: 124640\n  end_ms: 126500\n- text: I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n  start_ms: 126500\n  end_ms: 128490\n- text: Gotta get this green by any means\n  start_ms: 128490\n  end_ms: 130630\n- text: Cop killers in the magazines\n  start_ms: 130630\n  end_ms: 132580\n- text: From the block to the magazines\n  start_ms: 132580\n  end_ms: 134650\n- text: I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n  start_ms: 134650\n  end_ms: 136120\n- text: Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n  start_ms: 136120\n  end_ms: 138310\n- text: My life like a Belly scene\n  start_ms: 138310\n  end_ms: 140220\n- text: Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n  start_ms: 140220\n  end_ms: 142290\n- text: Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n  start_ms: 142290\n  end_ms: 144170\n- text: No answer, I just let it ring\n  start_ms: 144170\n  end_ms: 145950\n- text: No time to talk baby, TML\n  start_ms: 145950\n  end_ms: 147840\n- text: And I don't set up no voicemail\n  start_ms: 147840\n  end_ms: 149910\n- text: M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n  start_ms: 149910\n  end_ms: 151450\n- text: With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n  start_ms: 151450\n  end_ms: 153300\n- text: Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n  start_ms: 153300\n  end_ms: 155580\n- text: I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n  start_ms: 155580\n  end_ms: 157470\n- text: No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n  start_ms: 157470\n  end_ms: 159280\n- text: She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n  start_ms: 159280\n  end_ms: 161240\n- text: I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n  start_ms: 161240\n  end_ms: 163380\n- text: Killers'll hit up a carnival\n  start_ms: 163380\n  end_ms: 165020\n- text: Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n  start_ms: 165020\n  end_ms: 167150\n- text: We DOA, they can't doctor you\n  start_ms: 167150\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: Watch the bodies drop\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 175950\n- text: Watch the bodies drop\n  start_ms: 175950\n  end_ms: 176650\n- text: Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n  start_ms: 176650\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219300\nplain: |-\n  Another day, another body droppin'\n  If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n  A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n\n  Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n  And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n  But I still'll never run from a nigga\n  Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n  Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n  Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n  But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n  My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n  And they take every last thing from a nigga\n  I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n\n  Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n  So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n  Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n  We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n  Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n\n  Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n  Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n  Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n\n  My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n  Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n  My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n  Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n  Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n  See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n  Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n  Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n  Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n  Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n\n  Murder, murder\n  Murder, murder\n  Straight murder, murder, murder\n\n  Another day, another dollar for me\n\n  Wake up and get to the money\n\n  Money on me so that tool is on me\n  If I want him gone I put money on him\n\n  AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n  Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n  I don't bop, I do the money dance\n  Pack louder than a ambulance\n  I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n  Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n  I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n  Gotta get this green by any means\n  Cop killers in the magazines\n  From the block to the magazines\n\n  I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n  Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n  My life like a Belly scene\n  Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n  Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n\n  No answer, I just let it ring\n  No time to talk baby, TML\n  And I don't set up no voicemail\n  M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n  With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n  Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n  I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n  No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n  She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n  I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n\n  Killers'll hit up a carnival\n  Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n\n  We DOA, they can't doctor you\n\n  Ah\n\n  Watch the bodies drop\n  Watch the bodies drop\n  Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n"}]