| Really eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
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| Bitch I keep that chocolate like I’m Wonka, Willie
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| Bananas in my pocket, it’s a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
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| He tried to rob me but I had a chopper, silly
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| Yeah, yeah, he’s silly
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| Nigga tried to pop me, nigga ate a wheelie
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| Tabo in this bitch and he acting real silly
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| CB in this bitch and you know it’s grippy
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| Grippy, grippy, don’t say trippy
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| Forty on my hippy, nigga you’ll get drippy
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| Ayy, you can get it bitch, I don’t give a fuck, ho
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| Pull up with that thirty, smoke your ass like some like some crack though
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| We don’t smoke none of, none of that though
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| Get your, get your bitch ass smacked though, ayy
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| And I always keep a fucking stack ho
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| And my pockets big big, yeah that’s a fat ho, ugh
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| Yeah, that’s a fat ho
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| And I’m in this bitch leaning like I’m Fat Joe
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| Yeah, yeah, and my heart slow
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| I can’t love a bitch 'cause you know my heart cold, bitch
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| Jeepers creepers, scarecrow
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| And a nigga get stomped in some shell toes
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| Yeah, yeah, I don’t rock no velcro
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| Yeah, yeah, I don’t rock no velcro, bitch |