| Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
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| Oh, looked like DJ Chose
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| Hard body
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| Perc' and the lean
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| Trapped out, serve it to the fiends
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| Now I can’t stuff it in the jeans
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| Need another ring
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| My young niggas Dracos swings
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| Bustin' at your sweet sixteen
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| Put it in the air
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| Icebox got me with a glare
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| Know I had to cop em' by the pair
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| Goin' at em' foul
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| Bad bitch, I don’t wanna share
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| Pussy good, and she do hair
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ma still get him if he breathin'
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| Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
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| I’m out here overachievin'
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| Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin'
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| The dirt on the burner increasin'
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| These niggas don’t wanna get even
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ma still get him if he breathin'
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| I got the drop, so I’m schemin'
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| I’m out here overachievin'
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| Yeah, pull up like the IRS
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| None of these niggas won’t see me
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| These niggas cap through they streamin'
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| But these niggas don’t wanna get even
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| Fuck is you sayin'? |
| (Huh)
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| Got bodies for real
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| This music for fans who know I ain’t playin'
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| I’m tryna be good, don’t fuck with my plans
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| Send iron on your mans
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| Pass youngin' to Roy, he fresh out the can
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| The chopper, I dance
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| Open his body like corn in the can
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| Movin' like the reaper, bitch, you come and take souls
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| Hit a nigga in his temple, tryna leave his eyes closed
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| I’ma put it on a nigga if he play with my woes
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| I’ma bill it on a nigga, like I’m working at Lowe’s
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| I ain’t runnin' from a nigga unless he work with the folks
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| Huh, hit him in his throat, make him choke
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| Bitch
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| You know my heart black like a crow
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| Kill a nigga, then I get ghost
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ma still get him if he breathin'
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| I got the drop, so I’m schemin'
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| I’m out here overachievin'
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| Yeah, pull up like the IRS
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| None of these niggas won’t see me
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| These niggas cap through they streamin'
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| But these niggas don’t wanna get even
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| I can’t be stuck in no box since I got out the box
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| I ain’t mafuckin stop gettin guala
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| I pass the game around to all my partners
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| You turn twenty-one, you gon' get you a chopper
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| Don’t let these hoes get between you and bro
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| If you stick to the code, then nobody can stop you
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| Let niggas know you ain’t come here to joke
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| When you go to the door, have your hand on that Boppa
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| You run it up, get some racks to your mama
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| Know you with the shit, put some up for your lawyer
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| I can’t believe how these niggas disloyal
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| Don’t care ‘bout no man unless he’s chasin and loyal
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| My kids out really have nightmares ‘bout shit that I did
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| I’m too rich to be smokin' these cigs
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| I’m too blessed to be stressin' ‘bout shit
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| Pussy play, I’ma bust on this wig
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| I’m really rich now
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| My ho left, give a fuck ‘bout a bitch now
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| Bein' straight, they can never get kicked out
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| Soon as I catch my nut, gotta dip out
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| I’m on some shit now
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| I don’t see no one
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| Just Franklin and Benjamin only ones I wanna kick it with
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| Might hit a skinny bitch, just on some different shit
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| If you still breathin', you know you ain’t gettin' shit
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ma still get him if he breathin'
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| Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
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| I’m out here overachievin'
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| Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin'
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| The dirt on the burner increasin'
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| These niggas don’t wanna get even
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ma still get him if he breathin'
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| I got the drop, so I’m schemin'
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| I’m out here overachievin'
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| Yeah, pull up like the IRS
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| None of these niggas won’t see me
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| These niggas cap through they streamin'
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| But these niggas don’t wanna get even |