| Watch me hit a nigga, then forget a nigga
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| I ain’t worry bout them like Fresh
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| Get to switchin' niggas, I be clippin' niggas
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| I be movin' hot, I make a mess
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| Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas
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| We gon put these niggas to the test
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| Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas
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| We gon put these niggas to the test
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| I know em Blickys Hurtin'
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| I know em Blickys Mad
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| Use to blend them block
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| Close the curtains
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| Now we cash out to brag
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| I know em Blickys Hurtin'
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| I know em Blickys Nervous
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| I know em Blickys Hurtin'
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| I know em Blickys Mad
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| Look, we just be lurkin' and seein' em
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| Trust me, I shoot up the cab too
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| Take shots if you feenin' to be with em
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| He Opp, That’s ya mans, he got shot too
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| They know who reverse & who bend again
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| Headshot him remove all that melanin
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| Ain’t no reversin', no blendin' it
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| I don’t recall even seein' em
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| Niggas soft, man I hate em with passion
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| Sleepy put em where em graves at
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| Think he shinnin', you should be relaxin'
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| Send em bullets, where his chains at
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| Movin' we doing em
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| Dodgin' the foolishness
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| Ball that I switch with the LudaCris
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| Knockin' and Bruisin' em
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| Boppin' and Movin' em
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| Talking tuff talk ain’t doin' shit
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| Free Fresh, Free Ace
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| (Jay yo book him, snuck him,? , ?)
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| I just can not relate
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| (They just smoke him, snuck him, ?)
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| Only time when they is talking hot
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| Is when they hidin' & peepin' or they hidin' in they Ubers
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| Can not wait till i catch a Opp
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| So I fry em, cook em and I pass the Kite to Fulem
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| Slidin' with me, get you ridin' with me
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| Take the charge and be inside there with me
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| Cause you dyin' with me, take the 9 like 50
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| Switchin sides, you pay your fine like Ricky
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| I use to trap out em corners and lobbies
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| You use to make fun of me nigga
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| Now i’m that nigga, that nigga makes figures
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| You use to come for me little nigga
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| They know we do it for the Racks
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| Why you trippin' nigga, get the clippin' niggas
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| And my Ooters movin' with the pack
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| Ain’t no different nigga, pull a different triggers
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| And ya bitch a treesh, she let me slap
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| Thumbin' through a check and get it back
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| Don’t be runnin' up, or we gon bun him up
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| This stupid nigga shootin', never clap
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| So I stay to myself
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| Keep my hand right by side the pole, watch a nigga fold
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| Understand. |
| all my guys got up out in a jam
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| And they never told
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| They know that i’m Saucin', hop out and torch them
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| Dip on the Jig, till I lost em
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| I be finessin', All black when i’m dressing
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| To keep me a weapon
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| Movin' gas, no breaks
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| Loyal beating up the case, yeah to my waist
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| Shawty ass, don’t play
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| Catch another motherfucker slippin' on the way
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| Billy blast em away
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| Sleepy cash them away, Ratchet for days
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| Takin' chances away, fuck the past it’s today
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| Don’t laugh with em
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| Bitch I be with Frost, He a Felon
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| We don’t show no remorse, ain’t no feelings
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| Juggin' for the lost, we gon flip it
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| If he claim he Flock, then we drillin'
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| They know who caught Free Shoots
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| When they free that man
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| Imma give that man what he deserves
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| Yeah it’s two three shoots when they hit a man
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| And you gon see that man
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| Screaming at, yelling at shoots warning
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| Doctor can’t figure out how far
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| Catch him slippin', & i’m puttin' out slots for him
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| Catch Aladdin, he be beggin' on god story
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| My Niggas tellin' the cops on em
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| Call Sheff, that two three shoots on em
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| No reversin', we floodin' the block on em
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| And we aimin' for tops, this is not a warnin'
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| (Tell em Niggas)
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| Watch me hit a nigga, then forget a nigga
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| I ain’t worry bout them like Fresh
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| Get to switchin' niggas, I be clippin' niggas
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| I be movin' hot, I make a mess
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| Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas
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| We gon put these niggas to the test
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| Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas
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| We gon put these niggas to the test
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| I know em Blickys Hurtin'
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| I know em Blickys Mad
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| Use to blend them block
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| Close the curtains
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| Now we cash out to brag
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| I know em Blickys Hurtin'
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| I know em Blickys Nervous
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| I know em Blickys Hurtin'
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| I know em Blickys Mad |