| 808 my crew
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| Yeah
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| Put this shit on and I fuck it up, ayy
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| I put you on, you can’t fuck it up, ayy
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| I’m on the run if I catch me a case
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| That bitch broke, I spit in her face
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| One pair of jeans cost me 2K
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| Go the solo lane 'cause I don’t go on no dates
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| Bring me the pills and I land in the A
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| All of my diamonds gon' jump out the face
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| Back to the street shit, street shit, ayy
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| Headshot, sneak diss, sneak diss, ayy
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| That four-five got a kick, okay?
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| Want Chanel? |
| Suck dick, okay?
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| You in Chiraq but you be in the way
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| I catch niggas tryna ride my wave
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| Know a nigga left, but he wished he stayed
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| 30K for a show, I hit that stage
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
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| Bitch I don’t pay for no lashes, ayy
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| Bitch gotta wait on her taxes, ayy
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| X pills, we don’t like acid, ayy
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| That’s okay
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| Bitch wanna lay up, she get slayed
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| Amiri jeans hang off my waist
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| Walk in on a bitch, lil' bitch, she bae
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| Snort a lil' coke, lil' bitch, she brave
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| Glock with a switch, it touch your fade
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| Last bitch gave me head was laced
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| So she can’t tell me she late
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| Twenty on a chain, that shit look brazy
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Ayy
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay
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| Give her Plan B, I planned it, uh
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| Pull up right now, no panics, uh
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| Opps say, «King Von, can’t stand him,» what?
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| Body count so ugly, still handsome, uh
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| Don’t bop my chain, we dancin', uh
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| Won’t talk, my niggas be blastin', uh
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| Walked in, spent twenty in fashion, what?
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| How the fuck I make it in rappin'? |
| Uh
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| Don’t know you, boy, you cappin', uh
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| The opps outside, they lackin', what?
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| Steve, where you at? |
| I need traffic, huh
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| 50K stuffed in my mattress, uh
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| Ever see a nigga do a backflip? |
| Uh
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| Don’t want to, duck when this MAC spit, uh
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| Semis and glizzys (Huh?)
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| 19 with the fifties (What? Huh?)
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| Hellcat with the hemis (Huh? Huh?)
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| Ain’t go to sleep, we at Denny’s, uh
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| I got a problem, don’t tempt me (What?)
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| Won’t stop 'til the Glock is empty, ayy
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Ayy
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Ayy
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay |