| Walk up in the spot, they turnin' heads like, «Who is that?»
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| Lil' nigga from the block, we slap them dicks up in them glizzies
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| Kick the door if you don’t let me in, we gon' blitz that
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| Shawty steady watching me, yeah, she like how I’m drippin'
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| Don’t question me, don’t know nothin' 'bout no murder, mind your business
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| Niggas quick to point the finger, blow his fuckin' shit back
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| Fuck you, if my nigga jack you, please don’t get offended
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| Bands in my pocket, I ain’t braggin', bitch, I’m winnin'
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| Came a long way, now I can say I’m up and gettin' it
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| Bitch wan' fuck me 'cause my name ringin' in the trenches
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| Where was you when I was in the rain, on my dick, bitch
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| I can’t even pay you twenty to pull up and get me
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| Geno call collect and speak the real, I gotta listen
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| Bitch, you broke my heart, turned my shit cold, what you thinkin'?
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| Hole in my chest, jumped in that water, now I’m sinkin'
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| Pain in my eyes, swear this shit hurt when I be blinkin'
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| Tell 'em mind they business, chase they dream, get on they Meek shit |
| Pull up on him, blow his fuckin' brains if he sneak diss
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| Plain jane drip, but this ho blush and say I’m sea fish
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| Put my phone on DND 'cause they be callin', tweakin'
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| Walk up in the spot, they turnin' heads like, «Who is that?»
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| Lil' nigga from the block, we slap them dicks up in them glizzies
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| Kick the door if you don’t let me in, we gon' blitz that
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| Shawty steady watching me, yeah, she like how I’m drippin'
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| Don’t question me, don’t know nothin' 'bout no murder, mind your business
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| Niggas quick to point the finger, blow his fuckin' shit back
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| Fuck you, if my nigga jack you, please don’t get offended
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| Bands in my pocket, I ain’t braggin', bitch, I’m winnin'
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| Miss OG, can’t wait until they free him out that cage
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| Kick a nigga ass, we pullin' up right where you stay
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| Make sure you pistol totin' up in my city, it ain’t safe
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| Send a blitz, make sure you shoot that bitch right in his face
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| I don’t want to clutch the Glock, my handgun is a K
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| Watch where you step 'cause you can get your shit blew off today |
| Lil' bitch test me, I’ma shoot this bitch, I dare him play
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| Hit him, no good where you at, go stash that dirty K
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| Thinkin' evil thoughts when I be to myself
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| They was never here so I don’t need help
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| But they say everybody need somebody else
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| Drippin' on these bitches, Cee Kay Michael Phelps
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| Say no bless if I feel that you tryna step
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| Watch me rip the black out like a fuckin' shelf
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| Finger fuck you bitches 'til it’s out of breath
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| You give your opinion, I don’t really care
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| Get in that mood and think 'bout Rico, really miss my nigga
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| See they ain’t been the same since they took my nigga
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| I’m just thinkin' to myself like, «Is this shit real?»
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| And we ain’t never stoppin' 'til some shit killed
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| They ain’t care 'bout how I felt so I don’t care how you feel
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| Bless the black out like some speakers, glizzy pioneer
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| Roamin' through the trenches, clutchin' two of them
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| Don’t jump out in that water if you can’t fuckin' swim
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| Walk up in the spot, they turnin' heads like, «Who is that?»
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| Lil' nigga from the block, we slap them dicks up in them glizzies |
| Kick the door if you don’t let me in, we gon' blitz that
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| Shawty steady watching me, yeah, she like how I’m drippin'
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| Don’t question me, don’t know nothin' 'bout no murder, mind your business
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| Niggas quick to point the finger, blow his fuckin' shit back
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| Fuck you, if my nigga jack you, please don’t get offended
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| Bands in my pocket, I ain’t braggin', bitch, I’m winnin' |