| This ain’t a mixtape, hand my shooter the Glock ten
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| And I only use his waist to keep my Glock in (My stizzy)
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| Don’t owe a nigga nay-thing but some shots, if he’s not fam
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| Might get him out the way while I’m in Aruba and drop ten (Drug zone)
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| Clutchin' with the big apes, like, «Who we finna rob, ?» |
| (Big ape)
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| Burnin' blue cookies, slappin' fifties in them nine-Ms (Ayy)
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| All my niggas solid, we don’t fold, we do not bend (Fold)
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| Sold them niggas some drywall that float, but do not swim (Where we at?)
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| Parkin' back-to-back black-on-blacks at the colosseum (Skrrt)
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| In the trap, we go rack for rack, this is not per diem
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| Chinese chopstick in my denim, you know it’s robbin' season (Ayy)
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| He ain’t piss his pants in a minute, but he about to pee 'em (Let's get it)
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| Brodie said he had a lick, I put my mans on it (Uh-huh)
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| Turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded (Got him roaded)
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| Know I can sell anything I get my hands on (Ayy)
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| And heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it (Boldy
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| Blocks)
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| That shit just fell out of the sky, I never planned on it (Ayy)
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| These niggas my sons, and this another proud dad moment (It's on)
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| Know I can sell anything I get my hands on (Ayy)
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| And heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it (Bands on it)
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| Unlock the screen from the inside, I got it deadbolted (Ayy)
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| Still be on that same scurvy shit that got bolted (You know it)
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| The prices too high on the pack, I had the sales quoted (Uh-huh)
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| They ask me how I write my raps, I say, «My scale wrote it»
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| Microwavin' up a brickie (Skrrt), drain made me feel bloated
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| Can’t get caught with another blicky and I still tote it (Brr)
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| Bought a pill press, ran it up, that’s a real check (Ayy)
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| All these birdies chirpin', I been workin' on my skill set (Blocks)
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| Took a loss rushin' once or twice, had to chillax (Let's get it)
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| Waitin' on youngin to bring that money from them seals back (227)
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| Real rap niggas wasn’t on shit, I was in the field (Uh)
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| Bought myself out my deal, now I can buy my deal back (It's on)
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| Told myself that I was focused, quit sippin', fell back
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| Came straight at the fork in the road, and I still smack
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| Wrapped the foreign 'round a light pole, got rid of the strap (Uh)
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| Runnin' from the narcs around the corner from my pill trap (Let's get it)
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| Brodie said he had a lick, I put my mans on it (Uh-huh)
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| Turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded (Got him roaded)
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| Know I can sell anything I get my hands on (Ayy)
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| And heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it (Boldy
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| Blocks)
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| That shit just fell out of the sky, I never planned on it (Ayy)
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| These niggas my sons, and this another proud dad moment (It's on)
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| Know I can sell anything I get my hands on (Ayy)
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| And heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it (Bands on it) |