| Bought a pint, drink it till I faint
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| I’m strapped up, my nigga, I shoot where you think
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| Still trapping, give a fuck what you think
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| These undercover snitches pigs in a blanket
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| Small nigga, you a plankton
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| This hundred thousand cash, nigga, no banking
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| Sold him the rerock, he couldn’t just drink it
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| Smoke a whole pound of cookie, it’s stinking
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| I did, I did, I did
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| Amigo coming with a truckload of mid
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| Don’t fuck with that bitch, she the wig
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| Got these niggas rapping 'bout what I really did
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| I’m stashing the bricks in the baby crib
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| These niggas behind like adlibs
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| It’s hard to come up when you down a hill
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| I was born to win, nigga, built to kill
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| Bust it, juug it, trap it (I did)
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| Take that shit to Florence, I trap it (I did)
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| Cookie, OG, mid (I did)
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| Babies in the house, no kids (I did) |