| Big bangers happening, you don’t understand bruv
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| Wallahi, hah
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| Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
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| She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
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| Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on
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| She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
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| I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
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| She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
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| I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
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| Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock
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| She play her role to a T, she stay on go for a G
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| I tell her go lil freak, my opps come around, she don’t speak
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| She fix me a smoke and a tea, she goin' ten toes for a G
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| She livin' like ghost for the week, while I stay on road for the week
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| Any problems get handled, we can’t smoke with no standard
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| Leave the Grammy on the mantle, at the parties that you can’t go
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| Think it’s luck how the man rose, but really all of this is planned though
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| Stu set up like a bando, no guarantees, I took a chance though
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| Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
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| She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
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| Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on
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| She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
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| I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
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| She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
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| I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
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| Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock
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| Yeah she fuckin' with Ay Huncho, I told her go wrap up the bundles
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| I told her go stack up the bundles, she wearin' no pants when I come through
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| When I walk they don’t speak hate, runnin' fast like a relay
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| Been a boss since the sixth grade, Lamborghini, it switch lanes
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| Hit the spot, I got ammo, I’m in the bush with the camo
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| Jumpin' out like I’m Rambo, yeah I’m lit like candle
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| Ten toes, no sandals, play with the pussy like banjo
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| All of the spots I done ran through, wrap up the body like Cancun
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| Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
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| She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
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| Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on
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| She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
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| I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
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| She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
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| I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
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| Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock
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| The Rollie on ice, we rollin' like dice
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| I got extra spice, you talkin' like mice
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| We higher than kites, I"m winnin' the fights
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| I got all these lights, I’m shinin' to glow
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| You cuffin' a ho, I’m movin' the blow
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| We roll on the low, how cold on the snow
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| Fuck it up, yeah fuck it up
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| Run it up, yeah run it up
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| Livin' fast like I’m on the run
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| Yeah I’m fast, yeah I’m with a gun
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| Got extendo clip though
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| And I’m risk on risk low
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| Wrist froze like I’m Frozone
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| And I’m in the zone zone
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| Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
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| She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
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| Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on
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| She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
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| I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
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| She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
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| I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
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| Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock
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| Yeah be careful in how you approach, be careful in how you step to me
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| You don’t want to be that guy, you don’t want to be that hero, G
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| Yeah, black panther from the area
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| I’m the new king from the area, yeah
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| The sauce that I drip, I cannot trip on none of you bitches
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| I’m an OG, I’m overseas, takin' these pictures
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| Mood Forever, that’s the ownership, yeah
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| It’s lookin' like I would dive in when we pullin' out the dealership (Inshallah)
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| I put the city on hold, I am real life goals
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| It’s fuck you niggas I suppose, all for breakin' up the code
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| They don’t know about loyalty, let me tell you how it goes
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| You might as well throw us off of the bus 'cause we not hittin' up the road
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| She pull up at 6, she wanted some dick, so I hit her quick
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| You not with clique, you just a phony, you just a bitch
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| You’re not takin' risks, you’re not livin' life
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| You’re not man enough for this lifestyle where you livin' like, yeah |