| Woop woop
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| Goddamn, that’s a squad car
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| Woop woop
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| Goddamn, that’s a squad car
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| Woop woop
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| Goddamn, that’s a squad car
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| Woop woop
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| But all my niggas, we got Bonfill
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| Bail money, bail money
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| Yea bitch, I got bail money
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| Smellin' like the jail and I know I look Hell, honey
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| You say that that’s your friend
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| It’s just another nigga that gon' tell on you
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| I’m a street nigga, and my girl ain’t street
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| But I talk so slick she fell for me
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| Locked up since last Sunday,
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| Someone please got the bail bondsman
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| Strapped up like Charles Branson
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| These four niggas ain’t gon' do nothing
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| Lock, Pope, Game, they be bluffin'
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| Softer than a blueberry muffin
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| Shoot first but I ain’t askin questions
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| Selling drugs is my profession
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| Selling dope by the Best Western
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| Strapped up with my Smith &Wesson
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| To the bridge, it’s Cameron, Texas
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| Drive it in or UPS it
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| T bricks and I’m driving reckless
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| All the dope that I get, I stretch it
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| Going overboard, I met my match
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| Severing hands to send a message
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| Just got jammed up on some bullshit
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| Court day, it ain’t til the 26th
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| On the phone right now with the button car
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| Got my old lady stressed 'cause I pitch a fix
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| Ready go ready go ready go right now
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| Got a check on me bitch come get me now
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| Got a warrant on my ass, come get me Feds
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| If I’m full flyin off they gon hide my ass
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| Can’t sit down now, I got too much goin'
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| I got three trap houses, I got five hoes hoeing
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| Plus nigga walked and he wrecked the game
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| Came for the cash, he can fuck the fame
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| Sit back just chillin sippin dirty shit
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| Tryna keep OG from murkin shit
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| Tryna keep Electrode from takin shit
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| Young Scooter gotta rush that rapist shit
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| Woop woop
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| Turn off, it’s a road
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| Woop woop
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| Hit the gas nigga, don’t stop
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| Woop woop
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| If they get close nigga you better pop
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| You can’t go to jail, we got 20 blocks
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| I get lots of dope, I fuck lots of hoes
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| Ten thousand a show, is spend no get we on the go
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| My son just afloat, I just pull the 4
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| Louie to the floor, start sittin on 24's
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| Young mob in my city, brig squad cause I’m chip
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| If we beat them then I leave the house, well that’s advance
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| All my niggas trained to kill like Steven Seagal
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| Grab niggas like Duvall, my niggas will shoot ya’ll
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| 40k off in this levi’s
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| Money standing knee high
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| Been trappin since I was nee, I poured my drink and I…
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| 1.5 in my stairs, fuck five-o but I’m trappin out
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| A young nigga said don’t go
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| And that key over my logo |