| Still knocking that BeatKing, grippin' wood when I roll up
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| Still reppin' that purp shit, hater nigga better hold up
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| Still knocking that BeatKing, riding slab with three screens
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| With a mixed bitch she on coke, she on lean, she see things
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| Studewood that H-shit
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| Trill nigga no fake shit
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| Broke niggas on my dick but that’s why I used to kiss your bitch face with
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| Northside I rep that, like Keke I’m a don nigga
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| I don’t smoke I’m paranoid in VIP I got a gun nigga
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| Been shot at, I shot back, on the road try to stack that mill
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| These thirsty hoes be at all my shows, throwin' ass these nigga wanna kill me
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| My manager is my baby mama, she with that drama
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| We want that check, if you ain’t got that paper, no conversation
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| Don’t say shit to me, no disrespect
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| 5 years deep in the game
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| Still stackin' cheese for the fam
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| 2 15's in the back, let my trunk wave
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| Still knocking that BeatKing, grippin' wood when I roll up
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| Still reppin' that purp shit, hater nigga better hold up
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| Still reppin' that purp shit
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| Top down at a limelight
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| Bitch you get in my slab you sucking dick hoe get your mind right
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| I shine bright like eight suns
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| V life hoe shake some
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| Northside we texan
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| What’s up to that Southside, they top down, they drippin' sauce
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| My whip clean paint drippy gloss
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| Bitches to boss, but I’m not Slim (ha)
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| My pockets the opposite, curve a boppy bitch at Metropolis
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| My wrist on some hockey shit, skate hoe
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| Club God I stack pesos
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| Flow hard like
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| My dick in your bitch face tho
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| And she kiss you in your mouth she fake bro
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| That’s fucked up
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| Texas Hammer Gangs what’s up
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| It’s fuck you if it’s fuck us
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| I’m too trill, still packing and still
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| Still knocking that BeatKing, grippin' wood when I roll up
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| Still reppin' that purp shit, hater nigga better hold up |