| I’m a downer and maybe I’m an asshole
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| Catch you sellin' on my block and I’ma tax you
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| So low, soul rolls through
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| These blocks without a check for me
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| I’m the reason that they overdose
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| To let you know, I’m the reason he fuck with the dope
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| To let you know, don’t do drugs, sell 'em, make it rain, umbrellas
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| Go and rob bank tellers and shit
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| Put bodies on your barrel, break a high score and shit
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| The devil doesn’t sleep, still ingrained in the wrist
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| My niggas mob deep and I bet that you zip
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| When this banana peel, then I bet that you slip
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| If you fuckin' with a bitch, then you always at risk
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| And if you fuckin' with the zips, then you gonna be R.I.P.
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| You catch me on the block, steady sippin' on piss
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| You catch me uptown, then your body get flipped
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| Fuck nigga (Mula)
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| Getting it like Richie Porter (Rocks)
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| Talk about who really ordering
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| I just filled like fifty orders (Work)
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| Gotta take a trip to border (Work)
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| Picking up a hundred pack and I get my sticks from Florida
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| Break your back, a hundred straps just for my lil' nigga
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| The 8−0 with the dick, with potato on the tip
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| I’m like Fredo in this bitch, a tornado in this bitch
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| Pound of sour there for knockin' rappers flirtin' with my bitch
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| Fifty round, clip a hundred, super soak his shit in public
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| I’m a downer and maybe I’m an asshole
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| Catch you sellin' on my block and I’ma tax you
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| So low, slow, rolls through
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| These blocks without a check for me |