| Like I’m crazy, in, tell me what you want to spend
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| Is you drinking? |
| These niggas know I got that med
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| Got that cake and, Imma put that FN on your friend
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| What he thanking? |
| I bet he won’t try that shit again
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| F is for Fendi, this FN is my firearm
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| My four second assassin, let bygones be bygones
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| Ice cream on my right cheek, tattoos on my right arm
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| Cold blooded like a pot thug, and my auntie stole my ball
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| I’m fresh greeting these Barkley’s, got a quarter pound of these broccolis
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| The neighbors can watch me but the police can’t stop me
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| Fuck trying out for JV, Marcell up in the hot seat
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| I’m in the ninth grade, fuck a senior, so I got to steal more car keys
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| I’m lowkey but I mostly, be with niggas that sell Ds
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| Smoke weed, I still cough, street doing nine to three
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| sound, that was 92, 91, where was you
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| 8 ball jacket in middle school, always had something to prove
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| Ease off of these ice cubes, yeah I’m a nigga with an attitude
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| Cartier, I bought a pair, head so good got to hold her hair
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| Give her 500, that’s more than fair, brought attention so she got to stare
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| Woke up in the morning, I was out of there
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| Gucci Mane, the real affair
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| Mid end, it’s packed in, the back end of the caravan
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| Dudes speak they understand, got rubber bands on rubber bands
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| Fuck your girl, one night stand, had her on her knees while I stand
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| Paint her face and her chin then never call that bitch again
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| Getting money my operation, getting money no hesitation
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| Super charge, you were made for racing
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| Sport rims, sport breaking
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| Kicking juugs all down at
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| 1000 for these niggas, come from
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| I got em now so fuck waiting, you cash out, fuck debating
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| Fucked up a dime at the station, I’m counting money and contemplating
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| Glock 40 for any situation, I know how to equal the equation
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| Know I’m high, my eyes glazing, if you running then I’m chasing
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| Letting it go, that Glock blazing
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| Mask on, Vorhees, Jason
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| I’m running through it, thumbing through it
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| Serve him a dummy brick, he wish he knew it
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| Before he got to his state line, I was counting money, having a great time
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| Smoking great pound with a bitch that was real thick, you know this bitch fine
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| Served one nigga like two times, came back and ate about two nines |