| Damn Nine9 you really outdid yourself
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| Damn Nine9 you really outdid yourself
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| Damn Duwap you really never needed no help
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| Damn Duwap you really never needed no help
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| What’s that? |
| That’s my motherfuckin' pistol right on the shelf
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| Lil' .22, deuce-deuce look like lil' Santa elf
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| Let me tell you bout' this bitch named Monica
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| Scratch that, I just bought some drugs in Santa Monica, good pack
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| Hit under 25 minutes, bet you I could make a good track
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| I’m goin' in the studio, I ain’t recordin' no diss tracks
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| Why would I tell em'
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| nigga fuck that
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| I work at McDonalds, I got a big mac
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| Baby girl please don’t get attached to me
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| And I’m flexin' so hard, flex academy
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| Hard to take off my ice, man it stay on me
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| Yeah it take a shower, take a bath with me
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| Gettin' high, smokin' gasoline
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| Trap jumpin', nigga trampoline
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| Too many hunnids' it’s all on my mind
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| Nigga they really don’t know about grind
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| Yall really don’t know my partners, they slime
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| We already know that them niggas ain’t slime
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| You don’t got a carbon, how you gon' slide?
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| Fuck it, got that carbon on my side
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| Fuck it, got the Rarri' for the ride
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| I was feelin' sorry, gave that boy a ride
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| How you hate on me? |
| I used to give you rides
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| Tellin' my lil' nephew get up on the ride
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| Tellin' my niggas just chill and fly
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| Cut that boy up in Yeezy slides
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| She wanna' fuck with me, I’m that guy
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| Too many choppers, he gon' fly high
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| Double cup, sing a lullaby
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| In LA seen my first driveby
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| See the opps, we can’t just driveby
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| Rundown then we right to the sky
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| Different states, yeah I know how to hide
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| Feel better when everything mine
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| It feel better when you got a grind
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| Feel so much better when you on your own time
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| Regret things, tryna' press rewind
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| It feel better when you got a grind
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| Ohh
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| Nah, hell nah
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| No oh, no oh, no oh
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| No
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| Oh my god
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| Oh no
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| Oh no |