| Trap out the spot, till 12 come running in
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| Ran off on the plug, and I’m still tryna
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| Hellcat racing, they try to stop me
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| Young nigga ball just like Anthony Davis
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| I get the racks, get up and don’t save it
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| gwop what we chasing
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| Got more spots than a damb dalmation
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| they late
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| I stacked up a hundred
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| Diamonds water, that nigga fugazy
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| He say he want Asian,
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| cash all
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| had to erase it
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| Plug on the dope, call it Ronald Ragan
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| pockets
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| That 30 on me, so 12 can’t trace it
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| Rich nigga, your nigga basic
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| faces
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| I’m pretty, he taste it
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| Pop out with killers, my niggas be aiming
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| give him a
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| Came out the bottom basement
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| 30 round
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| not writing staitments
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| Running from 12, better tigh up your laces
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| We ride around wih 3 K’s lik we racest
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| got me lazy
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| you would think that w pay him
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| Pull up with would think that we made it
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| counting these bands, I turn up the party, I came with
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| I got a bitch on the way, and a bitch from the Bay
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| bitch look like Kylie
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| I was selling dope working
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| Money, I gotta have it
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| like Shaggy
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| put it in baggies
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| Young nigga laying shit down like
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| Your brother got hit, that’s tragic
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| I’m going up like an addic
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| I fuck on this
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| Don’t think cause I rap, I won’t get active
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| we shooting shit
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| Nigga I’m out of your bracket
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| Bad bitch, and ratchet
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| got no cabbage
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| be cappin
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| Droppin them boddies in traffic
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| The strap with me, go get the
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| Hundred rounds in my Glock, call it
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| jumped out the
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| nigga we
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| opps
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| nigga from the
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| all in my dresser
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| in the hood, made me a finesser
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| Smoking on |