| My nigga if you ain’t coppin' you ain’t got no business around the fucking spot
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| Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for?
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| Up out my dope house
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| Booking on the interstate I’m bailing with them bricks
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| Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
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| Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game
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| Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| No degrees but did my thing in culinary
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| Either that or could’ve hit them courts and hoop
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| Creep up on them with them hammers we gon' nail em
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| Keep my pistols smoking like some Campbell soup
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| D.A. |
| tryna lock me up for child abuse cause I was whippin' babies
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| In the daycare, and pushed em off the stoop
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| Chopper with the scope, tell them niggas merry Christmas
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| But it won’t be Santa Claus niggas sending through your roof
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| Catch a nigga hanging round the trap, he need to buy something
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| I’ma do the chicken dance with Flocka when them pies come
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| Pull up to the dock and park the V up on the boat
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| Pussy nigga, guarantee less than a key will get you smoked
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| When that money come in, you and some your niggas fall out
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| Hate it when you pull up to the venue with them cars out
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| All my diamonds blue, the jeweler got me on some loc shit
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| And them killers with me down to shoot, ain’t with no ho shit
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| Booking on the interstate I’m bailing with them bricks
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| Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
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| Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game
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| Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Yeah, fuck up out my dope house, where them niggas came from
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| Montega Jada, where you think I got the name from
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| Raised round the junkies, where you think I got my game from
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| Soon as the love stop, that’s when the pain come
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| We ain’t selling bundles either, we just moving big shit
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| Try to disappear with some work, get your wig split
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| You can try to find a vein or you can sniff shit
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| Get it on the arm then I need a little interest
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| Naw you can’t live with us, we don’t want no visitors
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| People call us drug dealers, I say we distributors
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| Haters gone hate cause we keep making em sick of us
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| Keep making it hot, they gone think about evicting us
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| Booking on the interstate I’m bailing with them bricks
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| Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
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| Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game
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| Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house
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| Fuck up out my dope house |