| Can’t lie, one time got it poppin'
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| He backed his shank and stayed, can’t knock it
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| And when Sav gets mad, can’t stop him
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| Riding, glide on the opps dem often
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| I think that I add to much mag'
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| Cah the oil looks weird and the work weren’t locking
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| Cop it, chop it, pop them guns
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| Get hot on the block, man shot that
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| More action, less chattings
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| Sav too sav', I’m a savage
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| Back then, man, it could’ve been K or J
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| Just billed that, both of us backed it
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| Jump out, whoosh, like I’m Taze
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| On a next man’s block, let’s see who’s on badness
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| The opps don’t control their block
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| They ain’t doing a lot, they ain’t into the action
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| Skid 'round with five, tryna find them guys
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| I ain’t talking no burger
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| Have you ever seen a .40 spin with the hollow tips
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| That’s a lethal burner
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| Free bro, that’s a well known lurker
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| Suttin' got slapped, no Tina
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| But I’m talking two hands on a turner
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| Saw man step and I jumped out, cheffed him
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| His bredrin left him, guess he weren’t on it
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| Last time that I revved up my engine
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| Had man’s face all over my bonnet
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| Hold on, who’s that? |
| What’s that? |
| Slow down
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| Jump out quick, make sure he don’t clock it
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| Whip it and lock it, chop it, traphouse working that profit
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| All now I hear chat for days
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| No one ain’t done that
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| Two in a day, who you think done that?
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| Drill their block and them boy don’t come back
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| No take backs, I know about drills in cabbies
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| Like, when man go, suttin' gets spilt on trackies
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| Up front in the field
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| That’s Striker CGM
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| Big dots in my top or the fours in their block
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| When I’m lurking for these gems
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| Like my nigga Double Tap, I’m in love with skengs
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| My four long is heartless, that’s my trusted friend
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| Niggas know what I’m with the cheffers
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| Flip that, dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers
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| No chit-chat, man do him in seconds
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| Whip, sit back with loaded weapons
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| Smith &Wesson, .357
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| Slip, trip, get severed
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| Touch my estate, rudeboy, get peppered
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| Free bro, he’s a one hand tapper
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| 2.2, three man, .44, five shots in this six shot spanner
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| Shout Hunch, he’s a well known chinger
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| Done it with him like Rack5 and Digga
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| Control that spinner, Remington grip and then burn that ringer
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| It’s Splasha, the nutter
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| Well know 'cause I use my cutter
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| My man tripped so we made him suffer
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| Can’t get nicked, tryna see the summer
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| Numerous cases, one for a shank, two shavers
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| That’s four mans, two places
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| Bro hit with good aiming
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| All now I hear chat for days
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| That’s Striker CGM
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| Free bro, he’s a one hand tapper
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| Dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers
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| No chit-chat, man do him in seconds
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| Whip, sit back with loaded weapons |