| Seventy-five the whole way, we gon' break it down and sell it
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| I got niggas eatin' trash, really waitin' on me to mail
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| I got, ayy, I got pictures, I got bitches
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| Send my youngin on a mission
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| Oh, that’s your cousin? |
| He a witness (Rat)
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| Should’ve told him mind his business
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| Once he’s on the floor we gon' send him to the ceiling
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| Twenty-eight a bow, you can smell it when they seal it
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| Since you niggas cappin', I’ma show you how to peel it
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| Definition of wild nigga, I’m all in the crowd with it
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| Reach for this chain, my nigga lettin' the crowd feel it
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| We 'bout business
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| Throw a couple in his mama, we ain’t got feelings
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| My nigga fightin' the feds but he is not finished (At all)
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| I told him take 'em to the door
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| We can’t move 'em in the city, I’ma take 'em to the O
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| Told my nigga ain’t no favors, you can make them lil' pros
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| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
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| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
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| The agent like the truck, we crack a nigga like a pint of lean
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| Draco with the monkey nuts’ll flip you like a trampoline
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| Kidney full of Maybelline, Amiri drippin', a murder scene
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| Used to cook up that Charlie Sheen, .223 like Alamine
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| Lights out, white chalk, that stick sound like a track hawk
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| Hah, hah, hah, hah, walk up and do face shots
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| Bring the yellow tape out, mash on your tater
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| I put mass all on beta, now I got bags on the equator
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| Orange, purple Laker
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| Five hundred comin', pray to God, hope it make it
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| Just wrapped up five diamonds, hope it’s gone, 'cause I’ma take it
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| Mama tell me «Son, every day I hope you make it»
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| Mama tell me «Son, every day I hope you make it»
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| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
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| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
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| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
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| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
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| Ayy, where that money at? |
| Pulled up where it’s 'posed to be
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| All these bags in the spot but ain’t no groceries
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| Ain’t put no tints on none of my cars, opps, they know it’s me
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| I was raised up by my mom but ain’t no ho in me
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| Runnin' out the spot, tear the bush up, comin' down the street
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| Grab the money, leave the weed, they find it, they can keep it
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| Catch a body, you know the code, just keep that shit a secret
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| Swear to God we’ll wipe his nose, we ever catch him leaking
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| They hit my right hand with that charge, it left my heart in pieces
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| Flood my right hand with baguettes, I wear the flawless pieces
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| In my bag, I’m talkin' to 'em, it’s like I’m really preachin'
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| 'Bout to go and buy a church and make the bros the deacons
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| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
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| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
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| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
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| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
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| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin' |