| Yeah, nigga
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| I ain’t never fucking going broke, man
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| I don’t even know what is, nigga
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| My junkie niggas be fixing, nigga
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| The fuck you talking about, nigga?
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| Hoodrich Pablo Juan
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| Let’s go
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| I tell my hoe open my door, I ain’t never going broke
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| I ain’t never had shit, I know how to sell dope
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| Hide my plug, dropped it off, I ain’t never going broke
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| I know how to cook it up, I got junkies swinging my door
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| Swing my door, swing my door, I ain’t never going broke
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| Cook it up, I got dope, I ain’t never going broke
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| I ain’t never had shit, I know how to sell dope
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| I ain’t never going broke, I ain’t never going broke
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| Before you pour a cup of this, you better bless that shit
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| I’m a fool with that chopper, I don’t stress that shit
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| I’m a fool with that chopper, I don’t stress that shit
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| Don’t make me bring back Bloody Summer, you can’t handle that shit
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| Stack it and flip it, go and buy some more dope
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| If he got over ten, off the top he gon' go
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| Used to sit with my uncle and all they did was cook dope
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| Got the game from the old head, we went sold dope
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| Pablo front the bale and now I’m on
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| Like Christmas, different flavor, no cologne
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| Serve out that glass and the J’s to the store
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| Quarterback pass, brought another one home
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| Put the bitch out, bring another one home
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| The plug and connect, I’m on Candler Road
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| Five words: «Nigga, I’m at the hole»
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| DC pull up, put one in your dome
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| Shooting shit up in the sliver O
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| Whip that bitch up 'til it look like a whole
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| Sick and tired of the dope and the old
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| Whip it so fast, like my ring had a motor
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| Dope hole niggas still remixing and serving
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| In Candler and I got OG’s, fit full of soldiers
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| And they vultures
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| How am I gon' go broke if I’m at the go
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| Taking niggas' food straight out their throat?
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| Straight out the boat, I get dope
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| Drop off a O to my young nigga trap at the store
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| Why you think they call me 'Blo, get it straight from Mexico?
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| (I can get mine from my hoe
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| She up like stilettos)
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| Two señoritas and papacito
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| (I couldn’t even do a Applebee’s trio)
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| Sell the fish at the Red Lobster in the dope hole
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| (Cook up like I got a gold bowl)
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| Too many junkies, I’m never gonna go broke
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| (Pull up, Inspector Gadget, double-R Ghost, go go)
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| I’m selling tan dope, J-Lo
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| (A OG whipping O.J. Mayo)
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| I’m counting up pesos with Pe$o
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| (Niggas know I don’t play the radio)
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| Drunk so much lean, they think I went broke
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| Nigga, you sound like my hoe
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| (Before I go broke, I’ma kick a door)
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| Before I go broke, I’ma hit the road
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| Taxing country niggas thirty-four
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| (Just for the swag elbow
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| I got OG petro)
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| Finessed him after twelve, hit the back door
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| I’m the one that put the crack in the bando
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| (Swim in the water, doing backstrokes
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| Shooting craps, betting ten and the four
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| Plug going away, that’s a 10−4)
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| Fuck nigga, I’ll never go broke
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| (I'm a wolf looking for a goat)
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| Might take another wolf just for a coat
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| I tell my hoe open my door, I ain’t never going broke
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| I ain’t never had shit, I know how to sell dope
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| Hide my plug, dropped it off, I ain’t never going broke
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| I know how to cook it up, I got junkies swinging my door
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| Swing my door, swing my door, I ain’t never going broke
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| Cook it up, I got dope, I ain’t never going broke
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| I ain’t never had shit, I know how to sell dope
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| I ain’t never going broke, I ain’t never going broke |