| Gang, ayy, with the shits, yeah a nigga with the shit
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| Ayy, servin' out the bag, that’s that contraband shit
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| Ridin' round, write down my tag and you still won’t find shit
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| I just need to love my stick, I would never love a bitch
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| Poppin' out the fuckin' cut 'cause i wanna shoot up shit
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| We hit quick licks on the trip, at the QuikTrip wit' yo' bitch
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| I don’t do now fuckin' molly, I will serve it to yo' bitch
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| And yo' boyfriend hit my phone so I know he ain’t servin' shit
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| I’ma take that nigga shit and take the money out his vault
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| You talkin' shit you get hit up with the stick its not my fault
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| St-Still on the run and a nigga can’t get caught
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| Put the burner to his face and he forgot just how to talk
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| I’m supposed to be famous, still trapping on the bluff
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| And free all my niggas that was put in handcuffs
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| With this .30 on me I’ma show you tough love
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| I only smoke dope, no I don’t do no tough drugs
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| Coolin' in another city with no plug
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| So I call my plug to hit up another plug
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| Ayy, hit up Lil Dude for the fucking drugs
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| Or I’ll hit up Scarfo gelato in my lungs |