| We could kill it, yeah
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| We could, we could, we could
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| We could kill the radio but we make killer music
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| We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
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| Ain’t that what keep these niggas paranoid?
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| I like to keep these niggas paranoid
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| We could kill the radio but we make killer music
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| We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
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| Ain’t that what keep these niggas paranoid?
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| I like to keep these niggas paranoid
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| I could be on Billboard, we’ll get to that
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| Gotta do it for the streets, so I remember that
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| I’ma let 'em see me struggle, let 'em see me hustle
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| I be in the field tryna ball and you ain’t in my huddle
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| I’ma put on pieces, meet your pieces, leave your peoples puzzles
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| I went from that Polo puff to Moncler, you see me bubble
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| Greedy tryna eat Ruffles, all over the seat, rushin'
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| Tryna leave the scene, I’m Mr. Clean in the kitchen
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| Wipe me down off the muscle
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| Paint the perfect picture, we be totin' and we don’t tussle
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| Drop single after single, tryna get up there to platinum
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| Double times, hustle grind, drugs and lines
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| Chopper jump like Busta Rhymes with suppressors, uh
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| We could kill the radio but we make killer music
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| We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
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| Ain’t that what keep these niggas paranoid?
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| I like to keep these niggas paranoid
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| We could kill the radio but we make killer music
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| We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
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| Ain’t that what keep these niggas paranoid?
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| I like to keep these niggas paranoid
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| Lil bitch, I’ma let you trip, right here front your peoples
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| If you really was a threat I’d have my peoples come and meet you
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| Got guns when we greet you, done drums when we beat you
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| I be creepin', I’m a creature, fold you up, gon' do a feature
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| Like it’s nothin', buck buck, blowers buckin'
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| Got the rock, smashing pumpkins, got the blow if you be bumpin'
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| Got the glass but I don’t touch it like I’m fresh out of the car wash
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| Like bitch don’t push my buttons, like the window, blow the AC
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| Gotta get gone, time for her replacement
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| Young nigga started from the motherfucking basements
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| Stacks off a pack, bring it back, re-up and I put up
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| Then I go and blow the rest at Saks, I got stacks off a pack
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| We could kill the radio but we make killer music
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| We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
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| Ain’t that what keep these niggas paranoid?
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| I like to keep these niggas paranoid
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| We could kill the radio but we make killer music
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| We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
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| Ain’t that what keep these niggas paranoid?
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| I like to keep these niggas paranoid |