| My niggas post up on that block
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| Fucking with us, you get shot
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| Ain’t no talking to the cops
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| Fire it up and let it pop
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| And you know I got a Glock
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| It hit a nigga in his top
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| Your bitch be all up on my dick
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| She sippin me just like some rock
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| Pull up on niggas, we loading mags
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| If he got work, then we take his pack
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| If he got work, then we take his pack
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| If he got work, then we take his pack
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| Don’t come too close, you get fucking wacked
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| You clame you gon blow, I neever lack
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| I call up my brother to take your strap
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| And on my mother you can get it back
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| Slide down, we gon blow, eh
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| Hit a nigga with the 40
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| Blowin dope like I’m Smokey
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| Shoot that shit like it’s 2K
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| Pull up on a nigga block, oh
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| Slide down in a pothole
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| Getting money, that’s the moddo
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| Riding round in the tyho
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| Shout out Glizzy, know that’s the bro
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| Chopper make him do the yo-yo
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| All my niggas is on glo mode
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| Hit a nigga with the 44
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| Make a pussy nigga Diddy bop
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| Hit a nigga with the 50 shots
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| Never talking to the fucking cops
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| Cause if the wilden, we gon let it pop
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| Why you frontin from the fucking book?
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| I probably got you goofy niggas shook
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| Hit a nigga with the saffy look
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| And close a nigga like a fucking book
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| Leave his body in the fucking Benz
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| Leave his spearet in the fucking wing
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| And for you niggas that be talking shit
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| We can link, but be no wins
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| Never ran from no beef, eh
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| Knock a nigga off his feat, eh
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| Leave a nigga 6 deep, eh
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| Leave him dead up in the streets, eh
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| Niggas never seen a pole, no
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| Talking you gotta go, hoe
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| Kick down a nigga door though
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| Now everybody on the floor, hoe |