| Keep sticks like Django, uh
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| And we got the same ho, you wasn’t slammin' her right (JayGotThePlug)
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| Sticks like Django, we ain’t gon'
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| Yeah, we got the same ho, you wasn’t slammin' her right
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| Keep sticks like Django, we ain’t gon' panic tonight
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| I took his main ho, now I’m the man in her life
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| I hit the same stores, I be jammin' it right
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| Ain’t have no chicken, I had to go hit the road with my team
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| These niggas trippin', they tryna beef over hoes with a chief
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| My mama need it, my uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
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| Zack in his pocket and everyone know his pole in his jeans
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| Bitch, I’m number one, it ain’t no top five
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| Chicken in my pocket, ain’t no Popeyes
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| Runnin' with that bag, we gon' chop thighs (You get it?)
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| Started from the bottom, we on top now
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| Yeah, we got the same shit, but you wasn’t wearin' it right
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| Throw these Balencis on the wire once I wear 'em tonight
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| Keep big thirty on me and I carry a knife
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| 'Cause all I do is win, they tryna air me like kites (You get it?)
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| Niggas snitchin' and the police stereotype
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| Yeah, you a cool lil' bitch, but I can’t marry your type
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| She wanna suck my dick forever for the rest of her life
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| I’m tryna give her neck a rest like she preparin' for a flight
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| Got a crib in Canton 'cause the area nice
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| I’m barely there, but I watch the cameras every night
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| One call on my celly device
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| Now his heart got a dead beat like pops ain’t there in his life
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| Boy, you ain’t no demon, you was very polite (So nice)
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| Better keep it on you, I ain’t tellin' you twice
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| 'Cause when I see you, when I, ayy, yeah, ayy, huh
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| Yeah, since I stay on your mind
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| Hope you got the Glock next time when I see you
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| We gon' see you (When I, when I, when I)
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| Ayy, never know when you might walk by (Never know)
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| So I gotta be right on time when I see you
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| R.I.P., ooh
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| And something now is taking over me, hah (What?)
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| Ayy, devil on my shoulder (What?)
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| Nina caught a body
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| Sex trafficking, I sold her
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| Nigga, you ain’t got no bodies
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| I guess you a loner
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| Swipe my bitch extensions, hey
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| Your bitch want some closure
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| I keep big cheese on me
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| You can call me Joker
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| Drank God, what?
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| Hit him with extensions
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| His mama want some closure (What?)
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| Yeah, take a nigga shit, he ain’t playin' it right, ayy
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| I’ll leave somethin' like I ran the light, yeah (Iced Up Records)
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| Colorblind, all I see is tan and white (Yeah)
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| White sticks on, lookin' like a pan of rice (Ugh)
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| Pop a pill at my show, I’m in the VIP rollin' (In the VIP, nigga)
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| Every time them niggas die, we crack a seal open (Crack a seal open)
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| K beam on the 40, I been real focused (Bah)
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| Bad habit with this Glock, yeah, I’m a real smoker (Woo)
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| Get him dropped for the free, he ain’t worth a band (Not a rack, nigga)
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| Who you think put that nigga on that shirt you wearin'? |
| (We did that)
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| Why these niggas sneak diss when they on the 'Gram? |
| (Niggas hoes)
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| When they see us, change shifts like workin' man (Yeah)
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| Ayy, got it out the mud, bitch, I worked my hand (Yeah)
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| I won’t never let a fuck nigga hurt my plans (Uh-uh)
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| Was in Miami when I learned how to work a Lam' (Skrrt)
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| Yeah, twenty chains on, do the Usher dance, huh (Dance)
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| Got a record deal, now we on for real, huh (We up, nigga)
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| I be in the 'Raq gettin' loads for real, yeah (Yeah)
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| Look 'em in they eyes, niggas hoes for real, ayy (They pussy)
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| Run a nigga’s sack like we on the field (Take that)
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| Don’t never call me 'bout a ho, better check his bitch (Check that bitch)
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| Wipe his nose like he sick, finna check his temp'
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| Walked another nigga down, had to check my list (Down)
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| AP bright as shit, nigga, check my wrist, ugh
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| I treat hoes like they nothin' (Fuck 'em), that’s what they did to me
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| Don’t want you near they present 'til you lit like Christmas trees
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| If ain’t nobody slidin', shout out my nigga G (G Money)
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| Dawg been gettin' tortured for a lil' shit he did to me (Hah)
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| I can tell by they energy that these niggas frienemies
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| Just thirty niggas, please, it’s six times ten of these
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| Niggas better duck at least, don’t wanna get touched by these
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| Try to be a soldier 'til you layin' down, stuck at ease |
| Big eyes with a gap and hoes on me like I’m SpongeBob
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| Feel like yesterday, I was the poorest in that lunch line
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| Free my pops, we just chopped it for the one time
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| See, I could be a star, but they don’t wanna see your son shine
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| Lame niggas makin' threats 'cause I been gettin' off (Pussy)
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| Know my mans tryna catch 'em, I’ma pick 'em off
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| The chopper really in the car, I ain’t Ricky Ross
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| Wanna test me like a teacher 'til you gettin' chalked
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| Let me show y’all somethin'
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| I took the blues in the stash all to blow y’all money
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| I cooked it in the microwave 'cause the stove ain’t workin'
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| Vez whippin' up the pints on the four-eyed burner
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| Ghost shot a nigga with a K, it had no light on it
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| You hit that nigga in the dark? |
| Bro, your eyes perfect
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| Man, I wish you niggas would Karo my syrup
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| I bet this 7.62 leave his gumbo stirred up
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| My kids got more cash than y’all, and that’s on my mama
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| Sterl, what these niggas on? |
| I need bucks like Giannis
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| Nigga shoot at me, I’ma get his whole world demolished
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| Pop a nigga walkin' out his crib and leave his porch polished
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| You know I’m uppin' heat when I see you
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| Fiberglass on the pistol, this bitch see-through
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| 'Fore I pour the drank, I hit it raw and drink at least two
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| If you could still find Act', I wanna meet you
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| You ever drunk a six, take it, fell asleep woke?
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| Ever fucked a bag up and had to buy a G of dope?
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| Tryna worry about what I got, well, you must be broke
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| Damn near tricked a fed wearin' this Louis V peacoat
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| I put the city on my back, nigga, ask around
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| Can’t come near me with no straps, Scoop pat him down
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| It’s too late, I got the ups on you, don’t try to racket now
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| I had to leave the drank alone, I kept blacking out
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| Sorry, I’m aggressive off this Perc', I can’t crack a smile
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| I robbed a nigga with a, for a half a pound
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| I got it from my grandaddy, the handle crackered out
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| Bitch tryna argue, I just text back, «Laugh out loud»
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| Street nigga in the meeting with some corporate people
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| Bitch, I’m off an eight of Wock', you a tortoise drinker
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| Nigga robbed me, I took his life, we more than even
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| Ran off on the plug with a bag, couldn’t afford to keep it
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| Said some dumb shit like, «Just meet me Monday morning evening»
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| That mean you ain’t gettin' paid, nigga
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| Gotta vote to get me knocked off 'cause I’m a made nigga
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| Sweep a whole house up with this AR, I’m a maid, nigga
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| Yeah, you get it?
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| I’ll sweep that bitch out
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| Five, six niggas at one time, nigga
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| Hundred shots on this bitch
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| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
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| 810 shit
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| Let’s get it |