| Just look at the sauce when I drip
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| I feel like a boss in this bitch
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| Make a move and I’m tossing the clip
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| I’m here just to show you that I will not miss
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| A lot of opps getting hit
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| But I won’t tell the cops, shh
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| We gon' keep gettin' rich
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| And that’s the reason why they sick
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| Shine, when I’m in the bush it’s action, I tap in with 22
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| How you know? |
| Your treesh wanna slide for the slappings, you know what the
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| Henny do
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| Treesha, she asked me if she can bring friends, I told her bring plenty through
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| Twirl, twirl
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| , I do not hang out with many crews, that’s what the envy do
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| [Verse 2: 22Gz &
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| CoachDaGhost
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| Shine
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| I hit up Ghost and the Choos, they snuck hella semis through
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| Folk
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| , gang in the spot, hella shit, can get your bitch moving frindly, too
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| Shiggy the shiggy, bending with snipers and blickis, all of 'em extended, too
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| Sniper the blicky
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| , if he ain’t dead, we gonna reverse the whip, leave his head in two
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| [Verse 3: CoachDaGhost &
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| 22Gz
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| Movie, I’m a rapper but still keep a
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| toolie
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| Groupies, shine, they be all on my body like new sheets
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| Don’t get clapped in your lobby or turned to a homi', the situation can get
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| spooky
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| They confuse me, sheesh, but I’m strapped, so you better stand two feet
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| [Verse 4: 22Gz &
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| CoachDaGhost
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| Two feet, two feet, folks trailing my whip with an uzi
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| Open his māthā (Māthā), we gon' shoot that boy out of his Ksubis
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| Gooey,
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| ask around, we spank bodies like Boosie
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| Unruly, she a treesh, let me play with the coochie (
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| Shine
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| Let me know, 'cause I’m ready to crash out
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| Catch a body, next morning, I cash out
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| Took ya bitch, then we split to the trap house
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| Won’t be long 'til I’m blowing her back out
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| Go get this money what I’m finna do
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| I can’t complain, I’m with the winnin' crew
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| A couple people say I changed
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| 'Cause I got change, they like, «What got into you?»
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| I don’t never shoot unless it’s close range, two chops, they identical
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| The
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| rake drops
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| , that’s a face shot, mama love crying at your funeral
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| [Verse 6: 22Gz &
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| CoachDaGhost
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| Bye-bye treesh, she tryna get slapped out
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| See a opp, and I’m fiendin' to spaz out
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| You the type to freeze up when I back out
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| Running your drip, it ain’t no need to map out
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| Put a bullet in his brain
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| So much in the blicky, I ain’t gotta aim
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| Opp sides, I’m with the gang
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| Catch a nigga slippin', that’s another stain
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| Duck for cover when we spinning through
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| Hitters in the van, tryna clip 'em too
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| Screaming, «Long live Nick Blixk!»
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| Showing no remorse when we bendin' through (
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| Shine
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| I knew I would make it, I been the truth (I knew it)
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| I only freestyle when I’m in the booth
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| If you broke that is sad, there is no excuse
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| That’s thirty thousand when I talk to you
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| So watch who you talking to
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| Your chain, your watch, affordable
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| I don’t gotta call a truce
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| My choos is with me, and they all can shoot (Choo Dat)
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| When ever it’s war time
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| Then we right at your door like a floor sign
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| I’m a star, but I’m still the coach
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| I made it, it’s litty, we all shine
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| I rather get caught, I’ma toss mine
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| I might just pull up with four nines
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| I demand my respect, I don’t draw lines
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| Catching bodies on my off time (Shine)
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| They know it’s about to get critical
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| Mine’s mad, but they know how to hit a few
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| One minute, they wasn’t physical
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| Then they tried and died, spiritual
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| They tell lie in they rhymes, it’s pitiful
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| I’ma ride for my side, better get a clue
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| How you know that? |
| It’s Coach, and TuTu
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| And we both will shoot you, anybody can get it, too (Shine)
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| Poor now, rich later, how you know?
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| Shine
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| Choo Dat
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| Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
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| Shine |