| Niggas chose to leave, and they did
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| I made a wave, I build the bricks
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| I was riding, late night drinking
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| Smoking, thinking about my kids
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| I was really riding with the Sig
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| I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn'
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| I’ma put the .50 in the G
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| I’ma climb the streets once again
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| We ridin'
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| These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)
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| Yeah, we ridin'
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| These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do
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| Oh, oh we ridin'
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| A lotta young niggas be on them pills
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| If a girl go' tell, tell her, «Go drill»
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| No Meek, but I need them Mills
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| Up late night, ain’t missing no meals
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| Gotta duck low 'cause the feds on us
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| Let her catch me, that’s a big bonus
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| And be saucin' like Rick Owens
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| And I sell white, no Nick Jonas
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| Like we don’t be outside, you lying
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| If you try me, you dying
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| And we do this all the time
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| And if you real, so we do not have to rhyme
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| I be swerving niggas down
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| I would never drop a dime
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| A lotta niggas, they be lying
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| If you lying, that’s a crime
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| If you snitch, that’s a dime
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| Ay, I’ma pull up in a Bentley truck
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| I’ma drive slow, you could see the guts
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| Catch fifty Glocks
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| If you live in the war, can’t take a bus
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| And I know some niggas that’d take a risk
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| Phillipe on his rm, we gon' take a wrist
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| I know some rappers can’t take a diss
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| And I tell them niggas, «Just miss me with that shit»
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| Niggas chose to leave, and they did
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| I made a wave, I build the bricks
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| I was riding, late night drinking
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| Smoking, thinking about my kids
|
| I was really riding with the Sig
|
| I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn'
|
| I’ma put the .50 in the G
|
| I’ma climb the streets once again
|
| We ridin'
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| These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)
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| Yeah, we ridin'
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| These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do
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| Oh, oh we ridin'
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| Making these niggas look jealous
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| This jacket is Mason Margiella (uh)
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| I pull up and flex on whoever (flex)
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| I used to polish my leather
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| I’m in Sac with a dime on me
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| Designer, everything you find on me
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| From the bottom, had to grind, homie
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| Pocket rocket, DB9 on me
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| Gorillas living in the zoo
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| Now I got a bird sittin' in the Coupe
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| I won’t say a word, if I know the truth
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| Case dismiss, couldn’t show the proof
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| Ferrari pulling off roof, vrrm
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| We the realist niggas up in the room
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| A couple scammers and a couple goons
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| A couple sticks and a couple of brooms
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| Swoop any nigga right off
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| Get out your seat
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| I need that new Patek Phillipe
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| All of my bitches is freaks, we fuck every time that we link
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| I put no 10's on a ring, sliding by a nigga screaming, «That look like East»
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| Two baby .40s, a hunnid a piece
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| Me and Durk, really come from the streets
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| Niggas chose to leave, and they did
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| I made a wave, I build the bricks
|
| I was riding, late night drinking
|
| Smoking, thinking about my kids
|
| I was really riding with the Sig
|
| I’ma miss the Molly with the Henn'
|
| I’ma put the .50 in the G
|
| I’ma climb the streets once again
|
| We ridin'
|
| These niggas don’t be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)
|
| Yeah, we ridin'
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| These niggas don’t bring no money, like they say they do
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| Oh, oh we ridin' |