| Look, run down, tag 'em
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| I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em
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| Forty-four, blast 'em
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| Hit 'em up, then I’m dashin'
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| I’m poppin', I’m flashin'
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| The bitches love me 'cause I’m catchin'
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| Bad bitch, sassy
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| She got that fire like a dragon
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| Big body wagon
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| I remember I ain’t have it
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| Twenty-one, I’m a savage, I got twenty-one in the carriage
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| Throwin' bullets, throwin' bullets like I’m magic
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| Leave that nigga in a casket
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| The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
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| I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
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| I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
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| Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
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| The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
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| I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
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| I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
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| Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
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| All my niggas, all my niggas bow, bitch
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| Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
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| We still steppin', we still stretch shit
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| What’s on me? |
| a F and, a F and, a F and N
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| Took my bitch up out a Taurus, put her in a Benz
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| That bitch there ain’t worth a quarter, I fuck with tens
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| Right after she said I couldn’t, I fucked again
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| Earrings on me look like boogers, bitch, I’m worth some M’s
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| 21 Bang, do whatever for the gang
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| Nudy gon' pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a name
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| Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin' for fame
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| Ain’t no secret, big 4Ls, fuckboys know what I claim
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| Richard Mille, copped without a show box
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| Four five make you do the holdup
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| Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang
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| I’m on the block slingin' cold cuts
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| Say you got a body, nigga, so what?
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| Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch
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| None of my opps ain’t on nothin'
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| Broke ass bitches got one gun
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| She get so wet and she slippery
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| She screamin' and yellin', «Put dick in me»
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| Most of these jewelers is sick of me
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| Savage spend money ridiculously
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| I ain’t with all of the bickery
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| They disappear I know trickery
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| He made a diss and it tickle me
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| I don’t let bullshit get to me
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| Switches on the Glocks
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| Rest in piss to all my opps
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| We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped
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| I ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch
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| The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
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| I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
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| I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
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| Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
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| Ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
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| I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
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| I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
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| Then I bought twenty chops for the hood |