| Step up in the club, niggas watching, bitches watching
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| Glock on me, let em try it, .45 get to popping
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| His bitch, she see me, she on me, she jocking
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| Hit that bitch, put her out, can’t wife her, not happening
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| My niggas, they in it, they turnt, off mollies
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| Got weed, got pounds, take em down, I’m sorry
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| Then I’m gone, in the wind, got stains, you ends
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| These niggas, say they shooting, they lie, they pretend
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| Ain’t with all that acting, kill his ass for that bag quick
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| Is that your bitch? |
| I’m just askin' cause foe’nem, they smashed her
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| You cuffed up and you wifed her
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| I gave the bitch a one nighter
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| I’m out here all night boy in them cuts posed with pipes boy
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| And if that nigga come through that cut I’ma flame him up, I’ma light him
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| Diamonds all in my Breitling, she see this shit she excited
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| Diamonds all in my Breitling, she see this shit she excited
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| Diamonds all in my Breitling, she see this shit she excited
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| Step up in the club, niggas watching, bitches watching
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| Glock on me, let em try it, .45 get to popping |
| His bitch, she see me, she on me, she jocking
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| Hit that bitch, put her out, can’t wife her, not happening
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| My niggas, they in it, they turnt, off mollies
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| Got weed, got pounds, take em down, I’m sorry
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| Then I’m gone, in the wind, got stains, you ends
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| These niggas, say they shooting, they lie, they pretend
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| Tay600 gone up them fucking rugers brodie
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| He my shooter he’ll smoke you if you Tooka homie
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| If you Tooka homie, he’ll do you homie
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| Lay low, lay low cause we shooting homie
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| Lot of killing homicides, a lot of man downs
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| On the opps on they block they can’t stand 'round
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| Coming through them fucking cuts, with the things out
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| First nigga that we see we blow his brain out
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| Step up in the club, niggas watching, bitches watching
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| Glock on me, let em try it, .45 get to popping
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| His bitch, she see me, she on me, she jocking
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| Hit that bitch, put her out, can’t wife her, not happening
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| My niggas, they in it, they turnt, off mollies
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| Got weed, got pounds, take em down, I’m sorry
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| Then I’m gone, in the wind, got stains, you ends |
| These niggas, say they shooting, they lie, they pretend |