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[Intro: Sunshine Christo]
I had to run it up, bitch, you know I get it fast
I robbed the plug, 'cause I knew he wouldn't act

[Chorus: Sunshine Christo]
I had to run it up, bitch, you know I get it fast
I robbed the plug, 'cause I know he wouldn't act
My nigga in the field, sending shots and all of that
Count the bodies up, take their wallets and their cash
Nigga had no clue that I was coming through
I caught him by surprise and I was the first to shoot
Little homie cried out as it hit his chest
I shot him again in the head and moved on to the next, ayy

[Verse 1: Sunshine Christo]
Ayy, shot a bum in the head
Got to get the money, man, you got to get the bread
Need rich friends so I could fuck around
Went to the gun store, bought a hundred rounds
Need a new clip and I need a magazine
Not with girls in it, I need it with shell casings
I don't need a thot and I don't need a bop
I need a new gun to fuck up the block

[Verse 2: Seriyouse]
Get the fuck off the block if you don't got a gun
Get the fuck out my trap if you don't got no funds
Nigga shot my way and he thought I was gon' run
Nigga, now I want a headshot, I'm not aiming for your stomach
Yeah, I walk up in the trap with the hundreds
Hit from the back, I might snatch off her bonnet
Bitch, I'm with the gang off the fire pack and something
Nigga said he wanted the smoke, so we coming
Two chopsticks, boy, we picking up your noodle
Nigga, you a bitch, might as well be a Poodle
Nigga, you a bitch, might as well be a Dober
I'll shine harder than y'all niggas when I'm sober
So imagine me when I'm fucking high
Dirty ass nigga, you belong in a pigsty
Choppa cook him up like a motherfucking fish fry
All my bros hitters, so you know they letting bullets fly
Punch you in your shit, nigga, Dragon Ball Z Kai
Bro, send me all the hoes, fucking hoes, I'm not shy
Bro talk a lot of shit till it's time to die
Bro, counting through the racks, watching your momma cry

[Chorus: Sunshine Christo]
I had to run it up, bitch, you know I get it fast
I robbed the plug, 'cause I know he wouldn't act
My nigga in the field, sending shots and all of that
Count the bodies up, take their wallets and their cash
Nigga had no clue that I was coming through
I caught him by surprise and I was the first to shoot
Little homie cried out as it hit his chest
I shot him again in the head and moved on to the next, ayy

[Outro]
Wisdom is knowing when to follow