| Yeah, look
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| If I die before I wake I pray to Heaven that the roofless in
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| (Yeah, that’s kinda dark, but keep goin')
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| Bitch, huh, spend some hunnids on some pendants
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| Couple hunnids on some stupid shit
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| Hunnids in my bank account
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| Got Glocks up in the newest whips
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| Heard they want it, want it, look
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| They know how we comin', damn
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| Heard they want it, want it, look
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| They know how we comin', damn
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| They know how we comin'
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| I go broke and your pockets, I might run it
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| Bitches call me daddy, heard that I be sonin' niggas
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| Pussy, why you runnin', nigga?
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| Look, I’m in the spot, huh, and bro got the drop
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| If I feel a way, then he feel a way
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| We makin' it hot, clear out the block
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| Take off your top, lil' mama
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| I want a brand new chopper
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| She want a trip to the Bahamas
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| Can’t do it, lil' bro need Pradas
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| Like, ah, nah, hol' on
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| I gotta get it, huh, like what’s up with it
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| Bro pop off, say, «Tryna go drillin'?»
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| Look, huh, on the wake up, brush my teeth
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| I lied, I think I grabbed the Glock instead (You like that, huh?)
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| (Keep goin', go 'head)
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| Yeah, look
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| If I die before I wake I pray to Heaven that the roofless in
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| (Yeah, that’s kinda dark, but keep goin')
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| Bitch, huh, spend some hunnids on some pendants
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| Couple hunnids on some stupid shit
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| Hunnids in my bank account
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| Got Glocks up in the newest whips
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| Heard they want it, want it, look
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| They know how we comin', damn
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| Heard they want it, want it, look
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| They know how we comin', damn
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| Lil' bitch, it’s Sheff G to you
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| Disrespect and you receive a punishment
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| Winners Circle, winnin', winnin'
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| We bring that interest in
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| Know that boy ain’t wit' it, wit' it
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| So stop the foolishness
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| Metro’s only way of livin'
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| 'Cause we boomin' shit
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| Shoot up the party
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| M8V3N gang gonna shoot up the party, hey, hey
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| Shoot up the party
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| M8V3N gang gonna shoot up the party
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| I could tell you the trap but I whisper
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| Fuck your bitch from the back and it’s messed up
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| Couple racks for your life, they won’t miss ya
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| And I found out went plat' on the bitch
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| And leave that boy twitchin' |