| Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
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| His ass gon' be traumatized
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| I’ma be feelin' sorry mama wise
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| 'Cause I can’t trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
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| Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
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| Car go skr-skr, cock go skeet-skeet
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| Credit card go swipe-swipe, watch my watch bling-bling
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| On that road runner shit, meep-meep
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| You ain’t smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
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| I’m rolling around the town with this and glizzy meetin'
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| Glo Gang, bitch, you know that we got plenty weed men
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| Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
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| Fourteen hunnid for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatin’s
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| And I don’t have any reasons
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| Seventeen shots in this.45, fifty in the Glock, hundred in the chop
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| Let’s see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
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| Bitch, I’m so dope that I’m gon' kill that shit, crack rock
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| Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks
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| It ain’t shit but when I ain’t have shit, couple grand on some kicks
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| Never touched fifty-thousand dollars before, bitch
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| That’s why I’m playing with it, aye, bang
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| Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
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| His ass gon' be traumatized
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| I’ma be feelin' sorry mama wise
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| 'Cause I can’t trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
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| Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
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| Car go skr-skr, cock go skeet-skeet
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| Credit card go swipe-swipe, watch my watch bling-bling
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| On that road runner shit, meep-meep |