| Say something spray something I make it sound off
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| Draco hold a hunnid I done knocked the whole crowd off
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| I don’t need no nigga to vouch for me my body count gon speak
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| Bitch tryna bring up opps I told that ho I don’t speak Oppanese
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| She like why you keep me round but it’s the top and drop some knees
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| They want me in the cell they tryna stop me like monopoly
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| Oh oh, dissing in his feelings I ain’t trippin he just talk loud
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| Pull up or a mill about a cell it’s just three eight-ball
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| All my opps got bullet holes you can ask them what they drake bout
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| Not really I got bodies hold my business you should stay out
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| I quit sipping syrup I can’t doze off
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| Choppa spittin get to rippin now all the doors off
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| He was a troll that shit got old I made him doze off
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| Put up on my shoes love try to wash the sole off
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| I quit sipping syrup I can’t doze off
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| Choppa spittin get to rippin now doors off
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| He was a troll that shit got old I made him doze off
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| Put up on my shoes love try to wash the sole off
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| Spray somethin I make it sound off
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| Draco hold a hunnid I done knocked the whole crowd off
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| We get the drop we on your ass we make these niggas vacate
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| Pop a nigga do some time we call that shit a vacay
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| Choppa sing make it ring better call for mayday
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| Catch you slippin they go nuts cause they know it’s payday
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| They say it’s money on my head they on my coattail
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| Why you waiting I got niggas at your doorbell
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| I drop 20 I drop 30 if it’s smoke there
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| Last time I checked think my youngin took his soul there
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| I quit sipping syrup I can’t doze off
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| Choppa spittin get to rippin now doors off
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| He was a troll that shit got old I made him doze off
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| Put up on my shoes love try to wash the sole off
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| I quit sipping syrup I can’t doze off
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| Choppa spittin get to rippin now doors off
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| He was a troll that shit got old I made him doze off
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| Put up on my shoes love try to wash the sole off |