| My eyes too big for my belly
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| Niggas like me can’t wait for a payday
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| Rather just wait for the plug
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| Chop it all up for the fiends, go Mayday (Brr)
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| 3 point 2 and its diesel (Diesel)
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| Step on the gas and the back drop (Nyoom)
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| She pretty in the face, I love the way that the back drop (Fat one)
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| Look at my pictures, can’t you see the killy-dem in the back drop?
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| Them make just wanna get grouchy, shoot man in the chest 'til they back drop
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| (Woi yoi)
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| Shout my nigga, you niggas still goin' halves, that’s giggles (That's banter)
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| I just left shard, now I’m goin' Harvey Nichols
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| One hand on the splash in the party, so you know that I dance with devils
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| I don’t need a cause, I’m a rebel
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| Drill broad day, no schedule (That way)
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| Can’t step into our quarters
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| That’s nuttin' but wass and S or S and VVS, that’s water
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| Better #Trill no order (Now what you say Youngs?)
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| I ain’t gotta spill no sauce, I’m a sorcerer (Ayy ayy ayy)
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| Bandana with a head back, tryna baptise someone’s daughter
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| I just clutch that hammer and bust |
| If you get hit, tough luck
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| Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust
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| Cop that W-D 4−5, I’ll clean that mash, get rid of the rust
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| Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust)
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| I just clutch that hammer and bust
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| If you get hit, tough luck
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| Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust
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| Cop that W-D 4−5, clean that mash, get rid of the rust
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| Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust)
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| I done drillings on drillings (Hmm)
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| I’m just pissed I ain’t seen no killings (Nuttin')
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| Talk killings but done no drillings
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| Tell a man good riddance
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| My young boy strapped, tryna turn a man dust
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| Got the W-D for the D.I.Y for the mash that’ll accumulate rust (Clean it)
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| I’ll clean it up (Clean it)
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| I done did it on the backroad, casual, tapped it twice and ripped his top
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| This shotgun cost 500 nuts
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| O.T dishin' rocks
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| Shoot mans face off, normal
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| I don’t give a fuck who watched
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| Them man talkers, they just actors
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| 'til the shotgun goes pop (Pow) |
| 'til the shotgun goes boom (Boom)
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| 2 man on the 500 zoom
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| Other man left for dead
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| Now look at this stupid yout (Fool)
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| You know its cold out here
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| You got a brand new fur, I’ll shoot mans Canadian Goose (Bow Bow)
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| Mans wicked and bad, not talk too much
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| Know we got nothin' to prove
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| I just clutch that hammer and bust
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| If you get hit, tough luck
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| Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust
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| Cop that W-D 4−5, I’ll clean that mash, get rid of the rust
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| Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust)
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| I just clutch that hammer and bust
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| If you get hit, tough luck
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| Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust
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| Cop that W-D 4−5, clean that mash, get rid of the rust
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| Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust)
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| This next 16, imma wake this up (Wake it)
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| the pack, then I weigh this up (Weigh it)
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| Hood loves us, so it’s bait as fuck
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| Man buy out the bar then pouring cups
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| Wit the gang, man do that
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| Yeah my lines goin' up and down like hashtags |
| Walkin' sticks like granddads
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| If I jump out, unzip that manbag
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| You weren’t there when I done that
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| Yeah I bang my mash, dem bro there, they scurry
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| And I’m far from worried
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| 'cause they’re quick to talk but leave in a hurry
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| Gaggin' up, she’s ucking deeply
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| my name' not DV
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| Girls see us and move all neeky
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| my broski leeky
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| Give no fucks, that’s ASAP Mally
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| First shootin', no gloves, no bally
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| Got caught up, did time for the wammy
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| in the cabby
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| Fuck the feds, that’s mental trust me
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| Sixty free, free Mental, trust me (Free K)
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| Scribz/LD, he’s eatin' lovely (Free Scribz)
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| M dot A dot no fuckery (Gang)
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| I just clutch that hammer and bust
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| If you get hit, tough luck
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| Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust
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| Cop that W-D 4−5, I’ll clean that mash, get rid of the rust
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| Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust)
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| I just clutch that hammer and bust
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| If you get hit, tough luck
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| Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust
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| Cop that W-D 4−5, clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
| Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |