| I know they want me to fall off
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| We came to work never call off
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| We never sleep barely nod off
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| Naw, naw, naw naw
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| When we get to the top we ain’t falling
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| Where was you before the balling
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| Now you mothafuckas callin
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| Naw, naw, naw naw
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| I know they want to see me fail
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| Wanna see a nigga dead or in jail
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| Ooh, I could tell I could tell
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| A lot of fishy shit I smell
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| But let a nigga play with me
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| I could put that on my son
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| Once I up this fuckin gun
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| Thirty shots its gon sound like a drum
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| That bitch go brr-u-b-bum-bum
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| Family crying like, «ooh, ahh»
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| Your mother is hurt and your daddy is hurt like, «why you do that to my son?»
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| Niggas playin peekaboo
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| Oooh, I mufuckin see you
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| Everyday I tote a gun like its legal
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| And I wouldn’t wanna mufuckin be you
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| Money
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| They want me to give my style away
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| They want me to let em have it
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| They want me to just dead the shit
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| Im talkin bout put it in a casket
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| They want me to give my soul away
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| That shit dead nigga no way
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| Talkin bout what you gon do to me
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| Yeah yeah nigga okay
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| My shooters bitch, they bout whatever
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| I just bought em a new crate of Barettas
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| Any problem that we got it gets settled
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| Nigga you better go and ask about us
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| They want to just fall off
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| Naw, naw
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| Middle fingers up to all yall
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| All yall |