| On the block we yelling, «go»
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| In the spot we selling smoke
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| See the opps we yelling, «blow»
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| And my price is for the low
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| Dope look cleaner than some soap
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| Boy you soft, go jump some rope
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| Getting top while on a boat
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| Say you lean, let’s pour some mo'
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| Say you high, let’s overdose
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| I just copped some Fendi loafs
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| Finna hit the Gucci store
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| I got me a dookie rope
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| Let’s go see how Louie glo
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| Fuck it off and get it back
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| Spend them stacks and hit the trap
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| We pull up foreigns back to back
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| Smoking thoinks, you call it thrax
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| Talking tough, you getting smacked
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| Tryna run, fire up yo back
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| We out in Cali selling packs
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| Pounds, weed, wax
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| You a clown, you getting taxed
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| We gon' finesse you for them racks
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| 300 the zip, you playing
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| 300 bitch, that’s the clan
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| We throw B’s up on our chest
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| We take trips, we fly in jets
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| We take trips like overseas
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| We roll dope without no seeds
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| My new chain, it cost a key
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| My new car came with no keys
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| On my feet is double G
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| Yo lil thot, she fuck for free
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| Can nobody fuck with me
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| Bitch, I do this shit with ease
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| Her lil head was lovely
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| Bitch I’m tree’d, I smoke the tree
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| All this guap is stuck with me
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| And we high speed from police
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| Ain’t nobody cuffin' me |