| Ayy, ayy
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| Phew, phew, phew
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| Don’t call my phone unless you tryna buy a whole brick, nigga
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| I been in this shit boy, you know I ain’t no roody-poo
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| I just get my dick sucked, it ain’t right she fufu
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| I just throw my sets up (Ayy), 24−1-4 (1−4)
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| Tell them niggas steppin' to me, hit 'em with the .44 (.44)
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| Diamonds from the North Pole (Bang), I see you lookin' bro (Bang, bang, bang)
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| You in the trap, with the crack, don’t know how to cook it though (Skrrt, skrrt,
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| skrrt)
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| You spend the bands and yo sack on some hooker hoes (Phew)
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| You post yo guns and yo set and yo cookie dough (Phew)
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| Watch out nigga, gang pullin' up (Skrrt)
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| I heard you dropped a couple songs, they ain’t good enough (Nah)
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| I see you hangin' with them goofies, they ain’t hood enough (Huh)
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| I see you trickin' on that bitch, what I wouldn’t know? |
| (Go, go)
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| I got a switchblade on a stick, I might cut you up (Go)
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| Pussy actin' like you rough, he ain’t rough enough (Nah)
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| Shorty, I’m about my business, where the button up? |
| (Bang)
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| Cops pulled up on the set, ain’t no cuffin' us (Grah, bang, bang)
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| Pull up in a truck (Skudaskur), what the fuck is up? |
| (Skur)
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| 10 millies man (Skudaskur), I urge a nigga fuck with us (Skur, skur, skur)
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| I got pull like guitar brass orchestra (Doh, doh doh, ayy)
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| Like I owe the dope some, it got me coughin' up (Ugh, ugh)
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| Fuckin' with them hoes, you gon' get set up (Ayy)
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| We got fifty pipes (Ayy), we brought out the best ones (Ayy, gang)
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| It’s pigs in your farm pussy, Alabama (Huh, huh)
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| Baby Glock bitch, it’s like a fuckin' bed bug (Bang, bang)
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| I been runnin' shit, bitch, you see my leg numb (Bang, bang)
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| Yo homie just died boy, keep ya head up (Head up)
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| I remember when I pulled my first foreign car on Lamron (Lamron)
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| I remember sellin' dope on Dipset, Cam’ron (Cam'ron)
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| Don’t do no deals 'round him, he might tell some (Shh)
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| Ayy, lil bro get low, I’m finna nail some (Bop)
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| Trunk his ass, kidnap him, full nelson (Skrrt Skrrt)
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| Lookin' for me bitch? |
| I’m grindin' on a rail, son (Skrrt Skrrt)
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| I got big 4−5 in my belt, son (Bang, bang, bang)
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| 34 size jeans big Amiris (Amiri)
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| Remember goin' downtown steal out the camera (Camera)
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| Now the Hellcat sittin' outside and it’s gettin' rusty (Rusty)
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| 'Member making BM buy me H&M (Ayy)
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| Hold the pussy upside down, now I’m shakin' him (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Cops got him in a room, and they breakin' him (Pussy)
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| Ambulance took too long, it’s too late for him (Go)
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| Baby say I’m the dog, I get that awful lot (Huh, huh, huh)
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| And I’m sippin' cough syrup, gettin' off a lot (Huh)
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| I just pulled up Ferrari, gettin' off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| Pussy boy, you ain’t rich, you ain’t talkin' right (Pussy)
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| Ain’t no talkin', unless you know me and got something to talk about
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| Pussy
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| Whatchu talkin' about, pussy!
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| Go
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| Go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Ayy, ayy
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| GBE baby, Sosa baby, Sit Gang nigga, get-it gang
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| (Duhduhduh, skuduskuh!)
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| Chain cost a brick, Arm &Hammer, pot and pan (Huh)
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| Try not to go to jail, nigga not again (No, no no)
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| God told 'em, copy and paste, get him out of man (Ayy)
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| I call my FN, Waka Flocka, Glock is Waka’s mans (Bang, bang, bang)
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| Lookin' back at old shit, 'member we was off the xans (Huh)
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| Had baby ass closet, now I’m walkin' in (In)
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| Ben Frank, Grant Jackson been my longest friends (Buddy)
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| Seen ya outside the club, Is you gon' get in? |
| (Pussy)
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| Heard your fuckin' last album, boy you need to stop
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| You didn’t even do it right, it don’t need to drop (No)
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| Man I’m tired of buyin' jewelry, man, I need some stock (Bling, bling, bling)
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| Wake up, take naps and go to sleep with guap
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| I can never tell my granny, I was fixin' too (No)
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| I just rolled down on Bally, what a finsta do (What you sayin'?)
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| Hoe follow me on her real page and her finsta too (Yeah)
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| I just got fresh as fuck for an Insta shoot (Sosa baby)
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| Pulled out black and white truck, moo, moo, moo (Skrrt)
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| We ain’t never had a big homie, fuck your rules (Fuck 'em)
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| Hold on, you swear I know you, nigga, fuck is you? |
| (Who is you?)
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| My pops from the other side, nigga, fuck him too (Huh)
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| Yeah, I fuck with him a little, nigga, what’s it to you? |
| (Ayy)
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| We just bought some bumper cars tryna bump it to you (Ayy)
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| I just got some green tips (Ayy) and I bought 'em for you (Dududuh)
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| Heard you slidin' to the show, bitch we brought them for you
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| (Dududuh)
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| Aye (Dududuh)
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang, (Dududuh, dududuh) gang
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang, phew
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Phew, phew, phew, phew
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| Ayy, ayy |