| I pop up in the middle of the hot block
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| Make the Glock pop, sound like pop rocks on your block
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| Ten shots from the forty-five at 12 o’clock
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| I know the cops tired of me because I bail a lot
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| SWAT mad they couldn’t get me and I smelled like pot
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| One hundred dollar blunts, bitch I smell like guap, ayy
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| Stepped in a grow house, now I smell like crop
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| Looked in the mirror, damn near seen my pops
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| Shawty beatin' up my phone for me to beat her box
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| She can fuck all your bros, you gon' eat her box
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| Shawty said she crush a lot and she creep a lot
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| Shawty your Uber outside, you tryna sleep with a lot
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| I just ordered fifty wings, she say I eat a lot
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| These niggas ain’t street much, but I’m street a lot
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| Full of smoke up in my chest like Albuterol
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| Slide on him late night like a booty call
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| If you ain’t from the spot, click-clack, who is y’all?
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| Let you drive away, spin back, I’m doing y’all
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| Y’all can split this clip just in case it’s two of y’all
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| Turn my yard to a stage, now we booing y’all |