| Real dope dealer forreal!
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| Haha! |
| Hahaha
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| Young nigga move that dope
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| Young nigga move that dope
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| They move that dope, they move that dope
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| Young nigga move that dope
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| Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
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| Young nigga move that dope
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| They move that dope, they move that dope
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| Young nigga move that dope
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| Whippin' the yam, whippin' a fifth of the yam
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| Turn the whole brick to a Lam
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| Been rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat
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| Keepin' it soft like a mink
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| Gold on my link, coke in the sink
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| Choppin' that work like karate
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| Swerve in the new Maserati
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| In a brand new Maserati
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| That’s a whole lot of new money
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| Snatch it, then hide it from 12's
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| Movin' and squashin' them bells
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| Servin' the rawest of yell
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| Beating that china like Kunta Kinte
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| Whippin' it, whippin' that dope
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| Drinkin' on syrup, I’m rollin' up haze
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| Made myself a boss, a boss or a plug
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| Either way you put it, nigga, I’m good
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| Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood
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| Bakin' soda water splash the scales
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| Fork in my right and my pride in my left
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| Leanin' over, over to the side
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| I whip me a fourway to a nine
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| The dirty, the money is homicide
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| And my recipe can’t be televised
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| Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better
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| When they sayin' it’s 42 for that white powder, I knows better
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| Get it nigga? |
| I nose better, put a smile on the devil’s face
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| Who don’t wanna sell dope forever and flex their Rollie 'til the bezel break?
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| Woo! |
| Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tail
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| Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell
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| YUGHH, look at the clues, the J’s, the jewels, I mention the monkey
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| From sixteen years old, I’m whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies
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| Pablo, Versace way before Migos
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| My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my E-hoes
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| Toss a kilo like a free throw, trap house, it had the peephole
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| Made it through to the other side, now nothin’s big as my ego
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| Me, I try to leave the best for later
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| But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator
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| The old Skateboard P, that’s your favorite
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| Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked
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| Frequency high, like a spaceship
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| She say that she like it and she’s been exposed
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| The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes
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| That’s Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo
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| I know guerrillas with the triggers that’s on a banana clip
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| And packin' with the biggest missiles
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| These niggas is knocking over vehicles
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| These niggas ain’t waitin' just to see niggas
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| These niggas ain’t tryna hear plea niggas
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| These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas
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| These niggas 1−2-3 and they squeeze, niggas
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| These niggas hit the weed then they leave niggas
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| Gee, nigga
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| If you got two hoes, you need to let one go
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| Two Lambos, you need to let one go
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| All these drones while y’all smoke dro
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| Never honest, guy, I’m tryna let y’all know
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| Ain’t no standards, I’m a set one though
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| Big ass bag but no man sandals
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| All that war, we need to let that go
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| That boom business, I’m a get that ho
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| Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a batter
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| How you think about that coupe, with no roof? |
| Young nigga cashed out
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| Pass a nigga purp, pass a nigga zan, young nigga 'bout to pass out
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| 12 jump behind her, I got some in the car, young nigga 'bout to smash out
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| Me gon' hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh, 'bout to buy 'em out
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| QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine
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| Got the J’s in the hood tryna smoke a line
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| Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday
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| Take over the project, whip a 9, Nino Way
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| I keep a 45 in my coat, while I’m servin' dope
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| J’s in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope
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| Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go
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| Young nigga turnt up, spend that money with Casino! |