| A hundred in the chop, I got issues
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| Quick to blow a nigga, grab the tissue
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| I got three stripes on my sweatsuit
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| Another flawless victory and my wrist dancin'
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| Bananas in the clip this a chimpanzee
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| It’s a hit-stick, I play big Madden
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| This Dolce Ga-Bally, I be mismatching (Joog)
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| It’s simply elementary, got this shit mastered
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| Listen when I’m talkin', pay attention
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| Just turned a creme red, I’m a magician
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| How these niggas flockin', but ain’t gettin' it?
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| Mei Ling and Suzie finna ride my stiffler
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| Listen, lil' nigga, I’m your big homie
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| Don’t mind my potty mouth, it’s some shit on me
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| If you really want me, should’ve sent for me
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| It’s money on your had, nigga, strip for us
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| Just took a trip to rhyme, he think he tryna play m
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| Guess he mad my Insta' just seen me throw eighty
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| Niggas say I’m dope, my wrist cocaine
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| All white diamonds, don’t put no slaves
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| Drakeo, you can’t say that, it’s gon' go down
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| Bitch, I’m Rambo in the showdown
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| This chopper get to singin' like it’s Motown
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| Strictly out the bottle, I can’t slow down
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| Always tryna hit my house, bitch, you homeless?
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| Tell lil' bro hit my line, I got numbers
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| I see snakes I done strangled in the jungle
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| I got chops, I got drums, that’s a hundred
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| I gotta keep it a hundred
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| A hundred, I gotta keep it a hundred
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| Nigga, a hundred, my neck and wrist is a hundred
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| A hundred, gotta keep it a hundred
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| That’s all I know how to do |