| Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead
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| Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead
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| Redhead textin' but I left her on read
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| Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds
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| The nigga’s goin' die the way he made his own bed
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| 911 Porsh Turbo, I’m goin' fed
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| I’m countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad
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| Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled
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| Young black nigga rich, I’m not a white man
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| My watch dacin' lookin' like a high man
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| We ridin' 'round with macs, we don’t do no typin'
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| And I’m quick to shoot you, I won’t do no fightin'
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| Shootin' for yo head, ain’t no survivin'
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| Perc got me feelin' like I’m off a viking
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| Diamonds lookin' like I been struck by a ligthing
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| I just fall off jetskiing when I’m about to trap again
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| Bitch said I broke her heart, said she finna cry again
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| And I’m gettin' high again
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| Car so loud, fireman
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| Tryna kick me out my higher man
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| Lil pro types we ain’t fightin' around
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| Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead
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| Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead
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| Redhead textin' but I left her on read
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| Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds
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| The nigga’s goin' die the way he made his own bed
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| 911 Porsh Turbo, I’m goin' fed
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| I’m countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad
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| Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled |