| This nigga looking at me like he want some
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| Pistol to his face if he owe some
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| My niggas keep them tools make em blow some
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| OTF they ride for Sosa
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| Riding with my hitters bitch we on some
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| Ride on an opp and then smoke them
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| Yea we keep them horns we will blow them
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| Who is these niggas, I don’t know them
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| GBE bitch we hot bitch we smokin
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| I’m chokin, what I’m smoking potent
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| I’m leaning, rolling and I’m totin'
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| You know where it’s O and the no end
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| 300 bitch don’t make me bring them killers out
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| Real shit, free all my hitters out
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| Don’t make me bring them killers out
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| Youse a dead man that ain’t even written so
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| Tec chop like lawn mowers
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| Feds listening, shit, short convo
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| Hit a nigga with a combo
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| What I’m a fight for? |
| My choppers drum roll
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| Throwing L’s up, Glocks up
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| Don’t start us, can’t stop us
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| Everywhere they spot us
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| Chopper light, kill a cop though
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| Word around this nigga Stevie
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| I don’t a fuck with contacts, see me
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| I love getting tree-tree
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| Smoke kush get head by Kiki
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| I need that, I’m up now
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| A problem, we up now
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| My gun screaming «what?"now
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| You want that tough shit? |
| Our guns act tough now |