| IPhone 6
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| Juugin', I’m juugin' off this iPhone 6
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| Juugin', juugin'
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| I’m boomin' off this iPhone 6
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| Say thug… ay, um
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| Pull around the back, mane
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| You, know, yeah. |
| I don’t serve in the front
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| Nah
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| Ay, ay, where you goin'?!*
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| Dumb!
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| I’m boomin off this iPhone 6 (Dumb!)
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| I’m juugin off this Android, bitch (Dumb!)
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| Hit the backstreet, I give it to ya quick (Dumb!)
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| I’m on the front street, tryna hit a lick (BLVD Mel!)
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| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Who is this? |
| (fuck is this?)
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| Got lil' Fredo wit me yeah he do his shit (he do his shit)
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| BLVD Die hard we with the shits (we with the shits)
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| If a nigga play with youngin he get split (pah)
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| Gee Money out the roof with the dick (brrrrrr)
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| Murder 1, homicide, this whole clique (this whole clique)
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| And I’m still booming off the i6 (i6)
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| Trap phone doin' number that’s a brick (that's a brick)
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| Hello, hello, hello?
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| Fredo!
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| Bitch I’m Fredo Bang
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| Listen wit ya ear (Yuh, yuh yuh!)
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| Pharmaceuticals, I’m livin' off of pills (I'm eatin' good!)
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| Pussy talkin' messy, I could get it clear (Huh?)
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| Hit up Mel, bullets rip 'em from the rear (Drrrrrr)
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| I got tabs, I got bars, I got lean (Bitch I keep it!)
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| I keep a rod, murder run up in my jeans (Bitch I keep it!)
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| I hit the parish, I am trippin' in them bars (Nah!!)
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| Gee Money caught a sale, I make bail, fuck tha charge (I'm flashing out!)
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| Da Real Gee Money, you know
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| Flexin' and finessin', bitch I’m juugin' in yo section (Juug!)
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| Serve it to you raw but I can’t come without my weapon (Never!)
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| Don’t fuck with too many I run with the same niggas (Squad!)
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| Try to throw a cross and I’m bussin' ya brain nigga (Brapp papp pap)
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| I pop tabs, not no bars (Yea!)
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| Never slippin', keep my rod (I keep it!)
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| Just in case, it’s on my waist (Huh?)
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| I promise you won’t make it far (Nah!)
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| Fredo trappin' out the back (Trap!)
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| Juugin tryna flip the pack (Juug!)
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| I’m in the front, with my gun
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| Tryna see who I could jack
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| Let me get 'em, Gee
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| Look
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| Juugin and finessin'
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| Comin' back from Texas
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| Got a yeah with the yeah told me meet him off
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| Other line jumpin' (Brrrt!)
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| Nigga bitch say she want sex me
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| But I can’t say her name cause this tax season she gone bless me (Shh)
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| HELLO?
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| This the plug
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| I done made a plug order
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| 50,000 dollar bond
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| On the run from drug charges
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| XD, I love 40's
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| If it’s war, I got guns
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| Would have been went and got Kwan, if he woulda had a bond (Run it up!) |