| Let’s get it
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| Let’s get it
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| Niggas know I keep it real
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| Free my nigga Rex, lil a
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| Let’s get it, rip lil…
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| One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
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| Even with this money it won’t make us different
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| Man down, to them niggas I’m a menace
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| Whole bird flipping shit like I’m a gymnast
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| Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
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| Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can’t trust em
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| Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
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| Niggas snakes, niggas chase, I can’t trust them
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| Let’s get it
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| I don’t fuck with a lot of niggas, before this deal, on my kids
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| I was robbing niggas
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| Truckin niggas, them guys ain’t want no problems with us
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| My homie thirsty, he the one that called get a with you
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| I’m ready, I’m out here with 11, a monster with the gun
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| And nigga ugly like he’s betty
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| Don’t really need no gloves, my palms ain’t never sweaty
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| I’ve been want ta spaz but my bro ain’t never let me
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| I’m shootin, call action, run up and then I’m clapping
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| Don’t get caught with this rappin, I make a call you vanish
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| No DJ with this cannon, you know I keep this cannon
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| No DJ with this cannon, you know I keep this cannon, let’s get it
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| I tell em fuck em, black dickies with them choppers
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| We them niggas cause… young and born line the…
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| All the police tryina cuff us, and they bitches try to fuck us
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| And the fuck niggas they duck us, told some butter for the…
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| It’s nothing, nothing ain’t changed, nothing but chains
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| But watch us, spend my advance, boss on cocaine
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| And choppas
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| For the love of money, hustler… nigga working with that white bitch corner
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| hustling flow
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| Nigga no lie, my 45 and both eyes be low…
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| Niggas wasn’t balling before the rap shit, now keep a real
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| Ask about us coke boy, shit for real
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| Fuck around and get duck tapes, my lil niggas they savage
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| Ride around with choppers, my lil niggas talk reckless
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| They innocence… water whipping my block…
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| Otf they trapping
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| Fast cars that panorama, 2 door, fuck a Honda
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| Rubber grip, fuck condom, …get your ass smoke like al back no computer
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| Where that mac at, run up on me get shot back
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| Old black where the top at, bad bitch, where the top at
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| Cooling, out west with my niggas, we telling where the tops at and I do it
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| Niggas know they can’t fuck around, niggas know when we come around |