| Pourin' up in traffic in that foreign
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| I don’t want ya bitch man she boring
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| All white coke like it’s snowing
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| Yeah I’m in my glory, see me glowing
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| Brand new chopper and his hands up
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| Hollow tip bullets got him dancin'
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| Came along way from a kitchen
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| Now a nigga sleepin' in a mansion
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| Came a long way from gang banging on the block
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| Robbin' niggas with that Tommy on dummy
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| Now I got a couple trap houses, couple pent houses
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| Couple AKs, lotta bitches, lotta of money
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| A couple face shots make 'em fall back
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| Two Nines strapped they ready for combat
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| Finessed you out your bricks so don’t call back
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| You ready for a war and shit I’m with that)
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| I don’t want your bitch man she too basic
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| Yea, I’m gettin' money like I’m Caucasian
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| See I don’t fuck with niggas, man, they too fugazy
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| Savage Squad Records man, we too crazy
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| Woke up like I’m superman
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| 30k up in my pocket, gun up in my hand
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| Coke so white that it need a tan
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| Coke so white it’s with the Ku Klux Klan
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| Owe me money, you don’t pay off what you have
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| I kill 'em for your Fredo that’s what your shooters said
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| That’s what my Rugers said
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| Kill a nigga then go laugh about it then I pop a 'Zan
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| Pull up smokin' kush, sippin' on this fuckin' high tech
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| Posted up with the game on this fuckin' squad shit
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| Fredo trap ain’t doin' numbers man I call that nonsense
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| Rerockin' remixin' just to get a profit
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| Squad |