| Put the pressure on 'em
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| Hey
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| Twenties on me, know I’m high
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| 8−0-Apes
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| Ayy, gang, ayy
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| Better keep your pipe when you ride
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| 'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide
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| Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher
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| I know you ain’t gettin' no money, boy, you a liar
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| I might let this gun take your life
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| I got this blicker on me, boy, don’t try us
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| Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don’t mind us
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| Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us
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| SR-40's, .223's, carbon fiber (.223)
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| Forgiatos on them lil' bro tires (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| I don’t say too much 'cause niggas wired (What?)
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| If I want to fuck her then I fly her (Fly her)
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| I walk in the store cashin', I’m the buyer (I'm the buyer, bitch)
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| I’m the biggest dealer, supplier (You a plier, bitch)
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| .223 kickback got a lot of fire (Lot of fire, bitch)
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| My whole car wrapped in carbon fiber (Skrrt)
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| I’m smokin' out the pound, I need a lighter
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| This Bentley can’t but get me a little higher
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| Shawty say she got the mouth, I should try her (Top)
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| Addicted taken just l cause I’m a fly her
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| Better keep your pipe when you ride
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| 'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide
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| Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher
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| I know you ain’t gettin' no money, boy, you a liar
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| I might let this gun take your life
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| I got this blicker on me, boy, don’t try us
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| Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don’t mind us
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| Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us
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| Bitch, I’m with the gang, you know how I’m bomin'
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| Bitch, I come from nothin', turned that shit to somethin'
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| Aimin' at his brain, they say go, I bust it
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| It ain’t no discussion, don’t tolerate fuck shit
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| I’m steady rollin' up ganja
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| Sleep through the night, I’m thinkin' 'bout life, ayy
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| He wanna tweak with the squad
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| He playin' with his life, we takin' his life, yeah
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| He wanna talk like he hard
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| I told my lil' bro to tell him good night, ayy
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| I just might send him to God
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| 'Cause I got this pipe, it put up a fight, yeah
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| Better keep your pipe when you ride
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| 'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide
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| Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher
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| I know you ain’t gettin' no money, boy, you a liar
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| I might let this gun take your life
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| I got this blicker on me, boy, don’t try us
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| Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don’t mind us
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| Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us |