| I’m blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
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| I’m blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
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| I’m blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
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| Flippin' pack after packs
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| Sellin' wax, sellin' fracks
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| Out here squares here and there
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| Dawg like Jumping Jack
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| Plenty stacks, plenty bands
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| J smokin' cola gas
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| Smokin' on some shit have you higher than a marsian
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| Transformers, Megatronic stitchin' like a
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| How can a fucking boss bow down like a
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| Let it slide, let it live
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| Project ain’t got shit to give
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| Bust some motherfucking bullets hope he don’t stay with his kid
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| stacks in my pocket on my cashin'
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| Steppin' down on all these niggas
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| So they can’t make shit
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| Smilin' in my face, but I’m knowing that’s that fake shit
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| Chopper like a moguls killing all that snake shit
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| bout 7 pounds of midget
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| When I get it, it is gone on sell
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| Hustlin' motherfzcker |