| Just play this shit at night
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| You thinking about a bitch, just play this shit at night
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| You thinking about a lick, man just play this shit at night
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| I’m tryna' get these racks man, and I ain’t tryna' fight
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| Play this shit at night
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| You thinking about some shit, man just play this shit at night
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| Shawty don’t wanna' link with me, I told her I don’t bite
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| Rest in peace to Debo, I’ll still take a nigga bike
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| I like drinking Quagen, I’m like baby what you like?
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| I got Tris, I got Wock, I got all type’s of pints
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| Why the fuck would I even trust you with my life?
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| Can’t even trust you around my pints
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| And my cup is full of ice
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| Water on my neck, so I think it need rice
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| Speaking real shit into the mic
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| I’m barely living my life
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| Yeah, I don’t really gotta' tote no pipes
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| Shooter on my right, yeah
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| But I ain’t even end up
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| Angels watching, protecting by them
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| I been through a lot of things
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| whatever made me change
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| In them foreigns I be switching lanes
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| I be speaking, I think about a lot of things
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| This jail time the new way of getting hanged
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| Yeah, was at the trap, niggas getting detained
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| Yeah, police can’t get in my lane
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| I left my how it was, left it plain jane
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| My Off-White hat got lean stains
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| Fuck the dry cleaners, I’ma just leave it mane
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| Keep clean like dry cleaners, I’m a businessman
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| I seen Lebron in the trap, he got his pockets ran
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| How you get your Glock took?
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| Like Gucci Mane I’m finna' write a book
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| Smoking on dope and you know that I’m cooked
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| She sucked me up I shook
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| Boy you a fan, I don’t want your outlook
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| Sipping on lean, I’m sipping on goop
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| I’ve been cooling, let my flow get took
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| I don’t care how much you got for a hook
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| In L.A. where the fuck is Hook?
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| She fuck with me and the bitch got hooked
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| Glock with me, nigga better not look
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| Cause' if I bust nigga I’ll be dead wrong
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| Stop niggas ain’t perfect
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| Bad ass bitch and she Turkish
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| It’s okay if you’re hurting
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| Water on my neck, so I think it need rice
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| Speaking real shit into the mic
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| I’m barely living my life
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| Yeah, I don’t really gotta' tote no pipes
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| Shooter on my right, yeah
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| But I ain’t even end up
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| Angels watching, protecting by them |