| I can tell these nigga’s scared the way they talk
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| Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
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| Pull up on your block, white chalk
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| Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
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| I’ma cut your fingers off if you shout
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| Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
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| Hundred round drum, round of applause
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| Bitches know I got that bag, Santa Claus
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| I drink lean and I pop Xans
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| Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
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| Poppin' molly nigga, San-Tan
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| I’m back on that bullshit again
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| I wanna fuck your best friend
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| I just went a bought a brand new Benz
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| Bitch I came from the bottom
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| We was starving, we was robbing
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| We ain’t with that friendly shit
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| That friendly shit
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| That friendly shit
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| That friendly shit
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| Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash
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| Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass
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| Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot
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| I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a blue
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| I’m the Slaughter King nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you
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| You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon' come out the
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| blue
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| Bullet holes in my body, paranoid I’ma pop it
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| If you snitchin' I’ma pop it, wrong move, I’ma drop it
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| .15 in my sock, trappin' at the bus stop
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| Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| Mind your business, bitch
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| We ain’t with that friendly shit
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| That friendly shit
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| That friendly shit
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| That friendly shit
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| Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash
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| Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass |