| My young bitch like when I slam her
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| Hit from the back, if she look, I ain’t hiding the camera (Let's go, nah)
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| I took a flight to Atlanta
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| Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech)
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| I’ll get you hit from a text
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| You pussy, no sex
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| Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
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| I had the same vibe when we met
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| I’ll never hide from a threat
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| I’m smiling at cameras
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| An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)
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| Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
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| Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)
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| No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)
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| Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)
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| You ain’t fuckin', give me head then (Come here)
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| I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
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| Could’ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let's go)
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| I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (My nigga)
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| Shit got me asking why
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| I come from the trenches where you either live or you die
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| That’s why we get high (Let's go)
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| Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time
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| Fuck them bitches, go grind
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| I really came up from a nick to a dime
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| No more gettin' in line (Doe Beezy)
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| Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line
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| Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron
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| Say that it’s smoke, my niggas gon' pull up, they shootin', ain’t wasting no
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| time, uh
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| Pull out this pole like should I just rob him or shoot him? |
| Can’t make up my
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| mind (Let's go)
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| When I’m in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron (LeBron, hold on, hold on)
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| I’m probably somewhere walking in a fashion show out in Milan (Hold on, hold on)
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| If you gon' say Pablo, you gotta say Don (Let's go)
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| I walk in this bitch like I’m strapped with a bomb (Boom)
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| I walk in this bitch like I’m strapped with a bomb, let’s go, yeah (Boom, boom,
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| boom)
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| Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm
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| Don’t touch him, you know that he armed, uh (Let's go)
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| I’m really a demon, bitch, I ain’t no angel
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| You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (Let's go)
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| Niggas be faking, these niggas ain’t gangster
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| Bitch, who is that rapping that song? |
| Uh (Pussy)
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| All on the 'Gram, he say he outside
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| But probably at home with his mom, huh (Oh, really?)
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| I’m sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy)
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| Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (Fuck 'em, yeah)
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| Phone calls they keep trying to replay (Yeah)
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| All this evidence I’m trying to erase
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| He gon' rat, you can look in his face (Pussy, look at him)
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| He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (No)
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| He’ll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (Let's go, gang)
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| He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (Nothin' to make)
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| He got somethin' to prove, you got somethin' to take, let’s go (Let's go)
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| Geeked off a Xan', I can’t fuck on that bitch, I just hope the lil' ho giving
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| head (Doe Beezy)
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| Go to the hood, post up with my cousin, he Crippin', but still pour up red
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| (Let's go, gang)
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| Niggas be talkin', runnin' they mouth until they get shot in the head (Boom)
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| Call up my youngin, he run in your house and leave you shot dead in the bed,
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| yeah (Oh, really?)
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| I can’t get knocked by the feds (No)
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| I’m fucking her good, she shakin' and boppin' her legs (Ayy)
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| Addicted to Percs, was poppin' them meds
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| Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (Skrrt)
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| Why bring a knife to the fight? |
| This chopper’ll put him to bed (Grrah)
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| You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga, that’s not what I said,
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| I just got the head (Hahaha)
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| Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)
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| Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)
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| Ain’t scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (Fool)
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| Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh
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| Wake up and sent a hit just 'cause I can (Fool)
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| You push me, you dyin', ain’t gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah)
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| My young bitch like when I slam her
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| Hit from the back, if she look, I ain’t hiding the camera (Yeah, nah)
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| I took a flight to Atlanta
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| Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’ll get you hit from a text
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| You pussy, no sex
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| Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
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| I had the same vibe when we met
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| I’ll never hide from a threat
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| I’m smiling at cameras (Let's go)
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| An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)
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| Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
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| Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)
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| No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)
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| Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)
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| You ain’t fuckin', give me head then (Come here)
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| I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
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| Could’ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let's go)
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| Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)
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| Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)
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| Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)
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| Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Let's go) |