| Yuh, yuh, Keep my choppa' and my Goyard keep it tucked
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| Dumb fuck, no comprende if it ain’t about the bucks holup
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| I was trappin in the struggle for the bucks
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| Young fuck, see what’s happening then we run out for the bucks
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| For that guap, extended chops
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| We pull up see what’s happening
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| Foreign drop, I’m spending blocks
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| I skrrt off bitch I’m trappin' it
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| Foreign drop, I’m spending blocks
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| At 12 pull up I’m stashing it
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| Going dumb, you on that dumb
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| The streets gon' know what’s happenin'
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| Growing up was low as fuck
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| Now money, I got bags of it
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| Going dumb, they call a bum
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| Ride foreign with the tag wit' it
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| Going numb, ain’t have me none
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| Got money shit was tragic and
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| Only some that owe me none, the others, they just sat on it, Uh
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| When I grind this shit a relay, hold me back
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| Mixed a Xanny in my lean, and this shit Fiji that’s a fact
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| Yeah I’m smoking on this dope my niggas tweakin' like it’s crack
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| Run up on me you’s a dummy
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| Watch them slugs go through ya' back
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| Niggas hating, occupation, I’m impatient, so I trap
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| From the work I run it up, you prolly will not get called back
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| If there’s problems, Flipp will solve 'em, yeah there’s numbers that’s a fact
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| On my mother, and my brothers, bitch I’m bangin', that’s a fact
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| And you know it, And you know it
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| And you know it, And you know it |