| Why you acting funny with your funny ass, aye
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| For a show, bitch, I need a hundred cash, aye
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| Don’t make me put 600 boys up on your ass, aye
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| With all that fufu shit I just don’t understand, aye
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| Acting fufu Ima tell my youngin’s blast 'em
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| Headshot, I know, damn, his momma sad huh?
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| Smoking tooka I just grabbed it out the bag, aye
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| You lil fufu ass bitch I know you mad, aye
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| I cop a 'Maro just so I can fuckin' drag race
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| I hit the sport button on 'em, he think he passed me?
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| I smack a hooker and she say I make her ass ache
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| Finnese a hundred bands but that shit didn’t last me
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| I’m rolling like a bitch, bitch I’m uppin' Cascade
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| I’m rolling while I’m rolling, bitch I’m in the fast lane
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| Them blue lights on me, bitch you gotta catch me
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| I do the dash on 'em, I just passed 160
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| I say hold up I got asthma, now catch my breath
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| Call my old bitch she look badder, say to myself
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| If I see her Ima smash her, she off a gram
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| And I know her man got mad at me, but I dont care
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| Cause he dont wanna fucking fight doe, damn |
| Have my shorties up them pipes on 'em
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| And send them shells they have his life on 'em
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| On 600, we Black Discip’s homie
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| I ride with Famous he got pipe on him
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| I pipe your bitch I got the pipe on her
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| Cause if you walking ain’t no fighting homie
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| I gotta do you and your wife homie
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| They say King Koopa all she talk about
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| Wanna see my gun, bitch what you talking 'bout
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| He wanna brick don’t know what he talking 'bout
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| We send some shots if you gon' run your mouth
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| And them shooters run up in your house
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| If you a shooter, we can shoot it out
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| I touch a million, I need a new account
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| And every week its a new amount
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| I say look bitch I be banding, I chase that wealth
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| Bitch I’m too real to be dancing, so save that there
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| And this bitch talking bout romancing, don’t do that there
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| Hit that cut and then we blasting, we wasting shells
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| I be with BD’s and some Vice Lords, from out West
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| And them niggas got them pipes blowing, to your chest
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| You gonna see your fucking life gone, 4−15−12
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| Put with .40 with a thirty now I see like fifteen 12's |
| Sneak dissing on the internet, don’t do that there
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| Well you talking like you into that, we lose you there
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| Hit yo' block and then we run you down, what shoes you wear?
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| Put this nina in your mouth lil boy, now chew that there |