| I’m rollin' up
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| Amnesia fold it up
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| Just got a text as I woken up
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| I’m afraid that kids got broken up
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| I need bands, pockets swollen up
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| I get money off the roads and shows and stuff
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| I got drillers drillin
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| We loading up
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| Let’s lurk anytime
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| Mans rolling up
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| I’m rollin' up
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| Amnesia fold it up
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| Just got a text as I woken up
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| I’m afraid that kids got broken up
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| I need bands, pockets swollen up
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| I get money off the roads and shows and stuff
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| I got drillers drillin
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| We loading up
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| Let’s lurk anytime
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| Mans rolling up
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| Free jigga j my nigga my bro pulling up
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| More way trips smoking up
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| All the way to the trap ting loaded up
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| Street surviving it — beef, forks, knives in it
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| Barbecue, mans grillin it
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| Next days on the ends we denying it
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| Mans way to lurky I’ve done too much miles on these streets
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| Put blood on these streets
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| Brought hammers to the beef
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| Made bangers on beats
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| Now fans find a way they can stream it
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| Smashed the scene this year man still dominating this beef
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| Enough DJs spin mans hits, but we spin this forty’s
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| We corned the beef trying leave the street with jokey
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| The opps are way to talky
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| Too much Porky’s
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| I don’t eat pork and I hate them Porky’s (fuck the feds)
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| I get bans on this dirty street
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| I got lazy and dirty too
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| Spit above these ducky fens
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| Track season back roads in the t-house, trap in jeans
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| Big guns and big bills
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| When we take it there to the other side they dashin
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| Distributing a serving
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| You know I need all them dashin of block with the 12
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| 2 girls they’re crashing
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| Every man what you plus bill
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| That shit makes me happy
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| I need hell bans on world trappy
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| Britain was show up standing
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| Cold came in, looking snow white
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| Whip it, then on road side
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| I ain’t rich it, I need more pipes
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| Grey grey get a more clays
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| Money get em, still pulled up on the back roads
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| So it’s still frights
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| I’m rollin' up
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| Amnesia fold it up
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| Just got a text as I woken up
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| I’m afraid that kids got broken up
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| I need bands, pockets swollen up
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| I get money off the roads and shows and stuff
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| I got drillers drillin
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| We loading up
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| Let’s lurk anytime
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| Mans rolling up
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| I’m rollin' up
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| Amnesia fold it up
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| Just got a text as I woken up
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| I’m afraid that kids got broken up
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| I need bands, pockets swollen up
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| I get money off the roads and shows and stuff
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| I got drillers drillin
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| We loading up
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| Let’s lurk anytime
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| Mans rolling up
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| Member my old school days push back in
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| With a 32 spin have 5 in it
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| Em here’s that with them light in it
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| And a little prick inside of it
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| See this music ting, mans nice in it
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| Gotta shoutout Scribz, he’s writin' it
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| We got burners, we ain’t scared
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| So any little problem mans rising it
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| Rise it up for some gang shit
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| How many times we gotta go through (how many)
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| We got waps ready for war, I gotta sweet too so I keep me trough
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| M a trap a rose the realest of man anywhere don’t do it (my bro)
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| Life slap that coon right ruined
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| Just put upon wrack that person (smoke)
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| Had talk when I see him in person
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| Where from a week to a crack boy
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| Now I’m just whipping excursions (whippin whippin)
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| That’s some real shit
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| Gang them rolling up (rolling up)
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| Long wacks and big waps, mans rolling up
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| No talking they know it’s us (us)
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| I was in a trap no carnies baking off like a toys r us
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| To jump out bang bang bang in a rage tough
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| They can’t blame us
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| Six seven be my family they contain us (can't lock us up)
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| Had it hard from day one
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| Money coming money coming in money make a nigga dangerous
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| Real trap rap bitch you know a nigga ain’t famous
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| Man a lurk man a lurk, big guns they were stainless
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| Peng ebony big back
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| Shake it girl, it’s outrageous (come on)
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| Long force to kick that switch the up
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| Man ain’t’t shaving
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| Tool on my way spoil em in my hand more time when I’m raising
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| We’re still rolling up
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| Big hand guns got pose em up
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| New Park on rolling up try come and you can no smoke it us
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| The eyes and my teethes and my neck come a risk they cold as fuck
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| My diamonds looking like war
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| Got me looking no frozen up
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| And if they have drug money
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| I phone bro to hold them up
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| Still country the six on my way to the brix
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| Four door still rolling up (skuuuurr) they face or not
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| When we ride and the opps they will know it’s us (them man know)
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| Seem bans for music now all them waps just woke me up
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| Six seven now here we posted up
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| I’m rollin' up
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| Amnesia fold it up
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| Just got a text as I woken up
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| I’m afraid that kids got broken up
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| I need bands, pockets swollen up
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| I get money off the roads and shows and stuff
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| I got drillers drillin
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| We loading up
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| Let’s lurk anytime
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| Mans rolling up
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| I’m rollin' up
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| Amnesia fold it up
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| Just got a text as I woken up
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| I’m afraid that kids got broken up
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| I need bands, pockets swollen up
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| I get money off the roads and shows and stuff
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| I got drillers drillin
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| We loading up
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| Let’s lurk anytime
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| Mans rolling up |