| Walk around with the pound strapped to my waist
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| Just in case I gotta merk something
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| Ride around in the black benz with the top down
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| Hold on I think I heard something
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| (Uptown!!) Homie the original gun clappers
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| Pull my chain out stop traffic, fuck plastic
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| Straight cash grind like a brake pad
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| Trying to eat like my I key when they brake fast,(Ramadan!)
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| Got my clip full but my mind missing
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| Montana scramble with the rock like Rod Strickland
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| Flag will slow you down like a referee
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| Coke boys, city locked know we got the recipe
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| Gotta bring it all in then we move it
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| I be riding round town bumping self in the union
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| Uptown !
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| Homie the original gun clappers
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| Never was a murderer, rude bwoy wanksta
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| Caught one in his hat cause he thought he was a gangsta
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| You rolling or you not get left from who defeat
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| You rocking with that coke boys nigga Chinx D
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| Niggas want my head so I bulletproof the jeep
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| Styling on your bitch 12 50 for the feature got you suicidal
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| Gun clap make yo back do a super spiral
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| Started from the block now I’m going viral
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| All white panamera in the range
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| It’s a shame how I’m handling the game
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| Smoke em on camera
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| Back and forth with that work I’m a born scrambler
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| Bullets hit your chest like lung cancer
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| Come stuntin with that wrong grammar and get blasted
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| By Chinx D and Montana |