| 77 birds in a trash can
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| My cooker cook the dope with his left hand
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| Six hundred bales in the caravan
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| Do the math thats a whole lot of free bands
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| I know I say some shit you wouldn’t understand
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| Just to walk in my shoes you need a million cash
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| Plus you need another hundred thousand just for gas
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| All that road running, trapping for them free bands
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| Salute my partner pimp, thats my right hand
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| Look at all the shit we did you’d get a hundred years
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| My plug said i made 'em like 200 mills
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| Introduced him to that jug and gave me stupid deals
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| How you selling kilos and going back broke
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| Can’t worry about a bitch when you got kilos
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| You a real nigga don’t disrespect the dough
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| I got bricks in every trash can in mexico
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| We bought a split so I couldn’t afford a free skeet
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| They say I’m winning like a nigga got a cheat sheet
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| Damn, got a girl with them squares. |
| I call her KiKi
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| And have them hundreds face up when you meet me
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| When i hit it make it come back hard as concrete
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| You p**sy nigga cross the street i cross the country
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| And if you suck a glass dick you’s a junkey
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| I got a fetish yeah i love counting money.
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| 77 birds in the trash can
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| Sold so many singles I should be on SoundScan
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| Sold so many deuces I should be on a wanted poster
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| And I whip so much dope my arm need a motor
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| I done been the driver of the caravan
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| Inside the van I got like 600 bands
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| I-95 with them Georgia tags
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| I’m head it to New York, Brooklyn
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| Pull up in your hood i’m a road runner
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| Told you niggas young scooter takin orders
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| Plus I love for all my dope to hold the water
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| Every day the sunshine, we cross the border
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| I’m in mexico fucking with the Migos
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| Me and cartel counting up zeros
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| I got more clientele than my plug though
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| Soldier walking with them bands, that’s 44 |