| It’s about four in the morning
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| Got a trunk full of bags, yeah
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| We just ridin' 'round dirty, tryna get the bag
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| You already know what time it is
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| YG, what up?
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| Big Bern, Mozzy, talk to 'em, yeah
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| Twenty pack in the trunk of the low
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| Kids trip tryna fuck with them hoes
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| On the corner, sellin' nothin but dope
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| Love life, we were strugglin' though
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| Sentimental, when it counted a fold
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| You ain’t ever gave me nothin' to hold
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| Freight trailer, finna fuck up the road
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| Quarter milli, you ain’t done it before
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| Big Cuban link, huggin' it though
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| Bernie nigga been a hunnid for sure
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| Every debit card a hunnid or more
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| Made a hunnid K in front of the stove
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| Count up the money and go
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| Another play for like thirty or sum’n
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| Chain worth like a birdie or sum’n
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| Cali nigga, where they murder for nothin'
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| Yeah, they still on the turf with them youngins (Yeah)
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| We pull up swerving the bucket (Yeah)
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| If they get behind us and tuck it (Yeah)
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| If she 'bout some hoein' and runnin' (Yeah)
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| That nigga hate for nothin'
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| I came up from nothin', remember them days?
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| Hey, kill all that rappin', I’m not with the fuckery
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| You can get hit with this K
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| Crack open that pack
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| This that shit you can only get from the Bay
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| Y-Car, twenty bricks in L. A
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| How you paid but ain’t been to L.A.
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| Stitch livin', I’ma keep it that way
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| I ain’t phased with a yuke in my face
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| Yellow tapes should’ve seen how they did it
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| Forty shells, really eat up your face
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| Run up the play (Play)
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| But know we don’t play (Play)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy'» (Ayy)
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| Niggas know I’m on-call (On-call)
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| Give the homie a K (A K)
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| Told 'em make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Ayy)
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| Niggas love to hate
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| Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey (Black and grey)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Ayy)
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| When you elevate, they gon' start to separate (Separate)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy»
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| They love me still (I'm still outside)
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| The money come and fuck a hunnid mill (Fuck a hunnid mill)
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| I wanna build and playin' with my chicken shit, I wanna kill (Blah)
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| Fresh frozen work
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| We let the honey spill
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| And baby know the drill, she say she hate the way the rubber feel (I'm sorry,
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| mama)
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| I’m underground
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| The sound of the crowd, it give me chills (It give me chills)
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| And really real, I used to rob and steal before the vacuum seal (Before the
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| vac-)
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| Twenty grand inside the candle, yeah export
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| I’m shaking K9, all through the airport (Sheesh)
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| Flood Atlanta, hit London with a Box (With a box)
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| They hit my OT knock, I’m just glad he didn’t talk (He stayed quiet)
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| We move different
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| Mozzy with me, got the tool with 'em
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| Hot shells, blood spillin' out your new denim (Tonight)
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| I’m 'posed to be low-key, with all these jewels drippin'
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| (With all these jewels drippin')
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| My crib mainey, huh? |
| We got a few screws missin' (Yeah, we lost)
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| I’m on a mission, it keep pullin' me back
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| Yeah, I’m married to the game
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| And fell in love with the trap
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| Run up the play (Play)
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| But know we don’t play (Play)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy'» (Ayy)
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| Niggas know I’m on-call (On-call)
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| Give the homie a K (A K)
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| Told 'em make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Ayy)
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| Niggas love to hate
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| Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey (Black and grey)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Ayy)
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| When you elevate, they gon' start to separate (Separate)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh» (Yeah, yeah)
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Yeah)
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| Bobby Boy chillin', whippin' that exotic
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| I got her sippin' on that tonic, we smokin' that chronic
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| They know I’m iconic, it’s kind of ironic
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| I’m runnin' this, gunnin' this
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| We havin' fun in this bitch
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| Livin' my life, motherfuck that I’m rich
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| Now they know the name, but just Logic
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| I keep it G, 'cause I’m a good person
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| Givin' my everything, up in these verses
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| Smokin' that Goldilocks, when it disperses
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| Stoney Bob feelin' it, Berner be killin' it
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| We feelin' crazy, we feelin' brazy, we feelin' breezy
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| Run up in it, get up in it and make it look easy
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| I’m gonna drop a shoe bigger than the Yeezy
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| 'Cause I fill in my own shoes
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| Ain’t nothin' that I won’t do
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| (Italian leather)
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| Run up the play (Play)
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| But know we don’t play (Play)
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| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy'» (Ayy)
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| Niggas know I’m on-call (On-call)
|
| Give the homie a K (A K)
|
| Told 'em make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
|
| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Ayy)
|
| Niggas love to hate
|
| Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey (Black and grey)
|
| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
|
| Make 'em say, «Ayy» (Ayy)
|
| When you elevate, they gon' start to separate (Separate)
|
| Make 'em say, «Uh-uh»
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| Make 'em say, «Ayy» |