| You would take a sip of that green, nah
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| You’ll hit the clean with the cut, yes
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| Goofy smoke my weed, nah
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| Your gun come with a beam, yes
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| Alexander McQueen scarf
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| Not for the drip, I cover the tats
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| Might gotta shoot a nigga all in his back
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| Nigga act like he a big dawg
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| Everything he say out his mouth straight cap
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| I call Von, he steer with the MAC
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| I don’t sip drink but I do miss Act'
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| I know a young nigga that’ll work this pack
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| See him one time and he can’t get a pass
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| None of my shooters gon' put on a mask
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| They gon' kill whoever they catch
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| Nigga want gas, I’ll put on a tax
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| Nigga better run when that Hellcat scratch
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| You can’t come around, you don’t boot up off x
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| I can’t come down, just give me my meds
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| Only The Fam', ain’t really got friends
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| I spent two thousand on a pair of pants
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| I’m real street, nigga, I need romance
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| I told her come down, she don’t suck with no hands
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| Niggas ain’t gang, they really be fans
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| They say when I talk, sound like I preach
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| They say they love when I talk to the streets
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| If you not real, stop talkin' to me
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| If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah
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| 'Posed to be my brother, woah
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| Showed your true colors
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| Niggas actin' like they for us
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| But I thought we had each other, woah
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| We used to serve in the alley
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| I talk to my pops on the tablet
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| I fuck with the T’s, they valid
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| I fuck with the stones, they valid
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| Prices lower than Cali'
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| The flight’s a thousand and somethin'
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| But Ralo got caught on the private
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| I hate all the cops with a passion
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| Fast car, so I don’t gotta stash it
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| Too high, I keep bands near the glasses
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| Bitch niggas, they make me the maddest
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| I done seen niggas snitch on the status
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| Killers slide in the night like Gladys
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| From the hood where they flip off a mattress
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| Where they light crack pipes for mattresses
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| Where they try to put air in their baggies
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| Where they’ll try lower your standards
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| Why you tryna get me on camera?
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| Talkin' bout murders, I vanish
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| And I want my plug to speak Spanish
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| And I like my ho to be managed
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| Where the feds did a sweep, it did damage
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| Where the feds did a sweep, it did
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| They say when I talk, sound like I preach
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| They say they love when I talk to the streets
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| If you not real, stop talkin' to me
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| If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah
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| 'Posed to be my brother, woah
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| Showed your true colors
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| Niggas actin' like they for us
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| But I thought we had each other, woah |