| Young and turnt
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| Hey, I’m doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'
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| Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)
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| Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah
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| Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)
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| Nigga, what the fuck is you on? |
| (What you on?)
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| Yeah, turn it up
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| Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag
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| Why move to the A? |
| It’s closer to the Nash'
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| I been fuckin' with that yay, I’m down to my last rounds, yeah
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| Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I’m needed
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| I seen his murder, whole, half, like I’m greedy
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| Fell out with my best friend over six grams
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| Now I ain’t got a best man but I got fans
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| Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid
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| I just did five hunnid, bitch, this summer
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| So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em
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| Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper
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| My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul
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| We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes
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| He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, «I kinda feel»
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| Me, I fly bad bitch out still
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| Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten
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| She say I fucker her friend, I mean, I prolly did
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| And I don’t feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live
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| Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on
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| Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home
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| Won’t hit the road with nothing that got flint on it
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| Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it
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| Took her to the set, blew a ten on her
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| That’s your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her
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| It get deeper
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| Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers
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| Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners
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| Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas
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| King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga
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| I ain’t finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire
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| Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I’ll buy it |