| It’s Wizzop
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| Huh? | 
| Huh?
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| I still don’t give a fuck how a fuckboy feel
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| How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real?
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| I do it so big, I make a hater feel little
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| I can’t tell you why they hating, but I have an idea
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| You never liked me, probably don’t like me still
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| But a nigga liking me ain’t never paid my bills
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| I’m the realest nigga living, let’s get one thing clear
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| And if you wanna get it popping, we can do it right here
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| I ain’t never been embarrassed, I ain’t never felt fear
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| I got post-traumatic skresses like I can’t shed tears
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| I ain’t even been out 6 months, but I spent 6 mil
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| Got a million dollar grin and a 10 million dollar crib
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| And my heart done turned burr-burr like my adlibs
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| In the kitchen going skrt-skrt tryna make a mil
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| Got these bitches screaming Bling-Blaww, diamonds in my ear
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| I send my shooters then it’s pow-pow, another tatted tear
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| Yeah it’s 2016, so it’s Guwop year
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| When I was 16, I was making drug deals
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| These niggas say they getting money, I can’t really tell
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| I made more money than them and I was in a jail cell
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| I’m a say it once again, trust God, fuck 12
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| A real skreet nigga will never ever call 12
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| Say it once again, trust God, fuck 12
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| A real skreet nigga will never ever call 12
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| Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop
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| I’m down on that red, this right here gon' get hard. | 
| Gon' get hard.
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| Every day I’m getting fucking harder, I am…
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| Wop, fuck 12, Wop, fuck 12
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| Wop, Wop |