| Ten gold chains, wood grain propane
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| Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
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| I’m the dope mane bitches sniffin' cocaine
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| All my young niggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh
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| (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh
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| (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh
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| (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh
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| (Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh
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| If, if, if you see me trucking bitch
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| They call me young drug dealer
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| They call me young thug nigga
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| 24 karats my slugs glitter
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| 24 years old worth a couple million
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| Shouts out to my cuz' niggas
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| Finna' let it fly for my blood niggas
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| Middle finger up to you fuck niggas
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| If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit' us
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| Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet
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| Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn’t even pull it
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| Heart made of puddin' mean muggin' wit' a hoodie
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| Like what’s goodie
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| Tryin' to be the motherfucker that you couldn’t
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| Knowin' you
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| Down to let it fly when I shouldn’t
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| All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest
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| Tell a fuck nigga be you fuck tough be cool
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| All the young niggas in crew they down to let it fly
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| For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
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| They let it fly
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| For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
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| They let it fly
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| For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
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| They let it fly
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| For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me
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| Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that
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| Hood by air man I started that
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| Niggas claim they the God of black
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| Well your name is purple I’m the God of that
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| Gave you my back nigga' pardon that
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| Fuck that shit I brought mobbin' back
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| I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back
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| Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back
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| Rollin' in my Benzo
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| Hoes on the curb a couple of friends
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| Rollin down my window
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| Yo whats the word, fuck it get in
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| Ride round wit' these bimbos
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| She give head to my kin folk
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| Shout outs my connect tho'
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| Keep a watch out for them Winslows
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| Cause' the boys gon' creep
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| D-boys gone' serve
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| Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve
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| Imma' get by while the world gon' turn
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| Imma' get mine like you gon' get yours
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| Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve
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| Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned |