| Grey*59, dollar sign-uicideboy-dollar sign
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| Figured out a way to make these dollars mine
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| Picked up two from Dallas, one from Phoenix, two from the Bay
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| Got 'em signed, trip 'em out and get paid
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| If someone tryna to harm me, stick with the blade
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| Tired of pickin' bullets out my spine
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| Pull up, we shoot it, let it bang
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| Shoutout my motherfucking army
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| Shoutout my broken mental matching scars (Ayy)
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| Three sixes in my heart (Ayy)
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| Squeeze bliss out of my heart (Ayy)
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| Until I see these schemin' fuckboys thinkin' that they hard
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| No one talkin' 'bout Percocet?
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| But I’m still here on Percocet, y’all heard of us yet?
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| Them two white fucks from either side of the river
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| Y’all keep my name in your mouth when you think you’re bein' different, uh
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| Thirteen hours 'till I land, need me more than half a xan
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| Grey Gorilla out the fucking coupe, finna pull up to the zoo
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| Who the fuck is you? |
| Matter of fact, fuck you, homie
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| Tickety-tock, go to clock in, your time’s up
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| Call it bad luck
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| Gotta have a few shared times if you share mine
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| Got my ass whooped, got my ass stomped
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| And back in those days, couldn’t pay a fucking bill
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| Now I chill with Dana in the motherfucking hills
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| Every time I hit Cali, where the fucking dro?
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| Looks deceive you, homie, and I’m feelin' real low
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| Hold up bitch, hold up why you trippin', jit?
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| Hold on, I got bones to pick
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| This North Face hold the coldest shit, whoa
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| This that full blunts and over
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| In my lung when I blow
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| Broken hearts if we smoke yeah, wet, wet
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| Go 'head do your dance when that TEC bless you, best bet
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| You ain’t speaking on the demon, why he sleeping? |
| Neck, neck
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| I be on the missions every weekend, holy shit
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| Slipped my mind, a bid for my children, fuck |