| Turn up on your block, ten toes, man will do it, no plan
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| Man will do it, no plan
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| In four-door trucks, I took risks, man, soon gon' bring out the chopper in the
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| van (Skrr)
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| I was in the trap on Snapchat watching everybody turn up mad (mad)
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| Can’t lie, that shit got me mad but I was hugging up all them bands
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| Just done road with Snoopy (trap), bare Uncle Fest and amm'
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| Got my face all droopy, Bro got guap like Gucci
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| See him in Stoney, not Gucci (Gucci)
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| The ops used to laugh at my truck but they cut when they see that hooptie
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| (Skrr-skrr)
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| Whip that skeng out the coat, watch it sink like Susie (Bow)
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| Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up)
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| 67, my brothers
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| Spare no one for my bredrins
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| Bitches be loving the gang
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| You see it all over my mentions
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| Put things in the car, let’s lurk (All of that)
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| We ain’t looking for normal pedestrians
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?)
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| Got things on things and we lurky
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| Get bricks on bricks from the plug
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| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (Gang)
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How)
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| Got things on things and we lurky (Lurky)
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| Get bricks on bricks from the plug
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| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (All of that, all of that, all of that)
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| I’ve got mad hate for the undies
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| Moving like gyal, tryna cuff me (Dickhead)
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| .44 spin, that’s rusty (mad)
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| And the corn is chunky (Mad)
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| More time, I be in the trap
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| With Chris Brown and Rita Ora
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| All the in and outs
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| To go hit the cells, it’s hot like a sauna (Flame)
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| So I switch the trap
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| Flip the packs, I need all the mula (All of that, all of that)
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| Wagwan for the judge?
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| Done the mandem dirty (mad)
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| Free up my young G Pulloff (Free 'em)
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| Chopper on the ride, that’s lengthy (Mad)
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| Fifty shot, the skeng’s full up (Mad)
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| Niggas do the dash when man pull up (Dashing)
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| Still outside drilling (Out 'ere)
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| Bro’s came home from the jail, bought him a phone, then he made him a killing
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| Ops dem know where the hill is (Six), they ain’t come around here (No)
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| Raise both arms up figure eight, that’s two .44s in the air (Bow)
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?)
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| Bro whips that grub, man a whip that skeng
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| Got me feeling like Shirley (Whip)
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| Went from a twenty-five shot to a fifty shot
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| We don’t know about 30s (Yeah, all of that, all of that)
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| Any time I phone my plug
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| Better know that call’s nothing less than a birdie (All of that, all of that)
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| Put skengs in the car, then I phone my bro like, «Let's get lurky»
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| Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up)
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| 67, my brothers
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| Spare no one for my bredrins
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| Bitches be loving the gang
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| You see it all over my mentions
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| Put things in the car, let’s lurk (All of that)
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| We ain’t looking for normal pedestrians
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?)
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| Got things on things and we lurky
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| Get bricks on bricks from the plug
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| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (Gang)
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?)
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| Got things on things and we lurky
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| Get bricks on bricks from the plug
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| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (All of that, all of that, all of that)
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| Get low-down, tell a man straight
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| Man already know, 67 and H
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| Three, four, five, six, seven man rolled up
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| Three .45, 67, man ate
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| Man just rolled up, pepper then doughnut
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| Two .45s then severed man’s plates
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| Man’s just colder, everyone load up
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| 'Cause in this jungle, everyone’s apes
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| I want everyone’s cake
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| Man play hero? |
| Bury man’s cape
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| And there’s bare subliminal riders
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| So what’s everyone saying? |
| (man's sayin'?)
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| And man ain’t even on these games
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| But I noticed everyone’s playing
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| And I don’t even need no soldiers
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| Man know Hollowman’s spraying
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| I’ve never really been on that running shit
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| Niggas know Hollowman’s staying (Woof)
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| And way before all of this money shit
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| Niggas knew Hollowman’s name
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| They love it when I come on this gully shit
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| Niggas know Hollowman’s lane
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| They know a nigga bring that next level shit
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| Nigga, call me Hollowman Saiyan
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| Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up)
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| 67, my brothers
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| Spare no one for my bredrins
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| Bitches be loving the gang
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| You see it all over my mentions
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| Put things in the car, let’s lurk (All of that)
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| We ain’t looking for normal pedestrians
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?)
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| Got things on things and we lurky
|
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug
|
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (Gang)
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| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?)
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| Got things on things and we lurky
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| Get bricks on bricks from the plug
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| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (all of that, all of that, all of that) |