| I need the drugs, it’s a drought here
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| I been looking for some percs for a week
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| Fuck a plug, bitch I’m out here
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| I’m the plug, ‘bout to flood in these streets
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| I’m tryna stay up out the spotlight
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| But I ain’t hide from a nigga, that’s for sure
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| I pull up on him at the stoplight
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| My killers ride and I know they gon' let it blow
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| I’m in the kitchen with the wrist
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| I’m in the kitchen tryna whip me up a Range
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| I’m in your city with the sticks
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| I’m in your city with my motherfucking gang
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| We’ll ride out
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| Right now
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| And I pray that I’m safe
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| From this lifestyle
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| But right now
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| I ain’t worried, bitch I’m out here
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| I ain’t worried, bitch I’m out here
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| I ain’t worried, bitch I’m out here
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| You hollering like you out here
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| Let that hollering start here
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| I bet that hollering stop here
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| Run up on Lil Weezy, bitch I bet his body drop here
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| Flexing like he in the hood, I pulled up, he was not there
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| Rubber band money gang, bitch you know I’m gang gang
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| Pull up and I rip the flame, I’m out here with that thang mane
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| All my niggas shooting shit and all my niggas selling shit
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| All your niggas telling shit, my niggas on that felon shit
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| We’ll ride out
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| Right now
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| And I pray that I’m safe
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| From this lifestyle
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| But right now
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| I ain’t worried, bitch I’m out here
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| I ain’t worried, bitch I’m out here |