| I say
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| Y’all niggas broke
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| Caught my case sellin' dope
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| We got K’s with the scopes
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| I throw treys for the folks
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| Range or a Ghost
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| This Champagne, have a toast
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| Got whole things for the low
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| Bitch, we bang and we boast
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| I say
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| Rich nigga shit, bitch this gun make me limp
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| Better duck, better dip, on my son, you a bitch
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| Thumb through this shit
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| Got my tongue on your bitch
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| On my lungs, this bag sit
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| This a long ass MAC clip
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| Fuck this rap shit
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| All my boys, they clap shit
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| Vacuum seal, I wrap bricks
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| Off the pack, so I lisp
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| King of the 6, 33 on my wrist
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| 32 in my Glick, shoot your boo in his shit
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| Tool, it got kick
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| I got drank, grab a kit
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| But don’t snooze on a hit
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| Cut the work up like grits
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| Thoinks smells like pits
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| I got packs, not no risk
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| Got pans by my hips
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| Better show me them tits, baby
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| Y’all niggas broke
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| Caught my case sellin' dope
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| We got K’s with the scopes
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| I throw treys for the folks
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| Range or a Ghost
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| This Champagne, have a toast
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| Got whole things for the low
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| Bitch, we bang and we boast
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| I say
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| Riding in the Jag, got these broke niggas mad |
| All my old bitches sad, they my sons, call me dad
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| Your bitch a strag, hit the store, pop a tag
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| All these rolls make me sag, you should go get a bag
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| Yacht or a boat?
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| Caught my case sellin' dope
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| Cause I play with the coke
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| I rock white, like the Pope
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| Thoink make me choke
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| Got a P, wanna smoke?
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| Your career on the slopes
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| That’s your man, he a joke
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| Big shit talker, Fear of God, Gucci walker
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| Four-Five, Glizzy spark up
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| Ballin' like Kemba Walker
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| Your hoe a stalker
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| Pockets fat, Nikki Parker
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| We sell books, like a author
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| Kickin' shit, I play soccer |