| Get out my way
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| Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
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| Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
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| Drum on the K
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| I’m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
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| Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
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| The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
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| Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
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| You could get hit up, just watch what you say
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| Don’t fuck with the 12, but got 12 in the gauge
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| Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
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| Niggas start feelin' a couple of ways
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| Damian Lillard, blaze
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| Smoking on dope, haze
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| Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
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| Got infrared beam on the stage
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| The coco, the chronic, cocaine
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| Feelin' like I’m Lil Wayne
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| Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
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| Hit it, hit it, hey
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| Chill in the trap for the winter
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| Pockets full of that dead nigga
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| Niggas be talking that wigga
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| I’ma keep stackin' my jigga
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| Lot of killers in the West
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| Young nigga tryna get up
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| Pick up, fall, get up
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| Pussy, fall get up
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| And I got bad bitch, she with me
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| Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
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| I got her mom in the kitchen
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| Bout to go in the back room with her sister
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| I’m the man, I’m the nigga
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| Niggas didn’t know I’m that nigga
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| Some niggas not them real niggas
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| Got to watch out for them niggas
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| Zombiie walk, no control
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| Lotta chopper, let it blow
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| Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
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| Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
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| Zombiie walk, no control
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| Lotta chopper, let it blow
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| Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
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| Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
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| I’m just smoking on dope and it’s fucking my brains
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| I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
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| I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
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| Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
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| Savage nigga, like to play with them things
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| He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
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| I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
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| I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
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| My niggas fucked up the cake
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| They do anything, they switching them lanes
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| I stay with Scottie Pippen
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| Leave your body limpin' when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
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| Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
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| Chopper put niggas in graves
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| Bullets put face on the pave
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| Chopper put niggas in graves
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| I’m sipping on Actavis
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| I call that doctor-drink
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| Nick Cannon, got the drum
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| I think that that the beat
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| I keep that thing on me
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| No you can’t hang with me
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| The chopper go bang with me
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| Them niggas can’t hang with me
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| Zombiie walk, no control
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| Lotta chopper, let it blow
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| Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
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| Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
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| Zombiie walk, no control
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| Lotta chopper, let it blow
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| Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
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| Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk |