| Yeah, yeah, Don
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I go back to back, keep them pussies out my habitat
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| Fuck a fight, I ain’t Cactus Jack lets have a ladder match
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| Keep my pipe in my Cadillac, I need my status back
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| What’s the price on the package? |
| My young niggas traffic that
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| My satisfaction came from trappin' way before a platinum plaque
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| My homie pull up with that rat-tat-at, you know it sat him flat
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| That’s a fact, my young nigga hit him for a half-a-rack
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| All he wanted was an onion and a shoutout on the Snap (ha)
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| I approach your hoe like, «Bitch, lie down on your back» (Bitch, lie down)
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| When you approach a king you got to bow down to the Mac (bow down to the Mac)
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| I got a stack of racks that’s underneath my mattress flat
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| Roll a pound up back to back, I grab the seal and crack the Act', bitch
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| You know my life a movie, every scene be action packed
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| I fill a Bentley truck with groupies and I make 'em cab it back
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| I think them crackas tryna scoop me, switch the line, they had it tapped
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| I ain’t havin' that, they tryna intercept my Cali pack
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| I’m goin' Optimus Prime (transformers), I turn that rock into dimes
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| Niggas still gettin' murdered so the crime stoppers ain’t stoppin' the crimes
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| Nah, I ain’t being nervous, I’m just on point, it’s a lot on my mind
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| Look at my closet and how it’s designed (yeah)
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| I only cop if it’s top of the line, bitch |