| Shit, you know what’s going on
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| You know the truth
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| (RonRon, load it up, RonRon, load it up)
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| (DRUpNext)
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| Pick it off the ground, make him spin around
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| Ask about the Stincs, yeah, we run LA
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| They say, «Drakeo, we can’t hear you,» it be more than loud
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| Let the K off, he doing jumping jacks (RonRon, do that shit)
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| They nicknamed me the Cold Devil
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| These .223s make souls shatter
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| Striptease, he’s a pole dancer
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| We do Percs, y’all be off meth
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| He say it’s beef, when he see me, they be nice as Caillou
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| He tried to run up it, chop dropkicked him, Ryu
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| You heard the team was in the club, send 'em up, we sideswiped 'em
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| Killed the club, bring the casket, he drowned from nine bottles
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| You do not be on that tough shit when you see us
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| All your homies Buster Douglas, they all Winnies
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| Marcus, I caught him at the light, he start speeding
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| Shooters in the Dawn, left the victim in the Prius
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| Shit, nigga
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| We millionaires, are you sure you wanna beef with us?
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| For real, nigga
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| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces
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| Nigga
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| It’s a movie in the chop, you’re Jeepers Creepers
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| Nigga (I like that)
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| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces
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| Yeah, millionaires, honey buns get you glazed
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| Get the drop on the opps, get to 'em without Waze
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| Hit a bank, come home to a ticket, crime pays
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| Serve a table, mix the chowder and chicken and sauté
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| Hit your bitch up twelve ways, might dick it, but just a little
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| Gotta watch what I say 'cause killers is sentimental
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| Forty-five lie on my back, I’m Don Mitchell
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| Better pick who you want to come visit in hospital
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| Shit, I’m tryna exit out that building, break the latches
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| Can’t let 'em stress me out, they’ll leave me in a casket
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| Apply the pressure up in the nigga like gymnastics
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| All that dissing, gon' have your niggas get you tatted
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| RIP before your name
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| Riding 'round, what we doing?
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| Me and Drakeo together, you niggas know we undefeated
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| Bottegas on Bentayga pedals, oh, I’m the one speeding
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| You do not be on that tough shit when you see us
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| All your homies Buster Douglas, they all Winnies
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| Marcus, I caught him at the light, he start speeding
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| Shooters in the Dawn, left the victim in the Prius
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| Shit, nigga
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| We millionaires, are you sure you wanna beef with us?
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| For real, nigga
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| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces
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| Nigga
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| It’s a movie in the chop, you’re Jeepers Creepers
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| Nigga
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| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces |