| I’m sittin' sideways, pullin' out that driveway
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| I’m drivin' that bucket like it’s a Benz, fuck what y’all say
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| You rappers claimin' that you rich and flossin' all day
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| I’m makin' that shit for all them niggas that can’t relate
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| I’m just thuggin' like it’s nothin'
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| I’m a gutter motherfucker, I’m a hustler plus I’m on the come up
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| I’m just thuggin' like it’s nothin'
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| You be stuntin' on a budget, nigga you frontin' put that on somethin'
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| I’m just thuggin' like it’s nothin'
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| Y’all say y’all touchin' bucks, y’all motherfuckers be frontin' tough
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| Y’all ain’t part of that Mile High Club, but y’all dudes be fuckin' up
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| I’mma pull this bucket up with expired tags, ridin' fast
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| You say you can buy a Jag, I’mma find your Jag and siphon gas
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| I ain’t rich but wifey bad, big ass titties call her rack city
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| Yeah I can bag same type of bad chick Tyga has, they like the swag
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| You like to brag about the Porsche you drive, of course you lyin'
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| That shit rented, what are you on, what are you on, you snortin' lines
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| We don’t need your car, house, or none of that shit you glorifyin'
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| Team full of animals and we on point, porcupine
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| A gutter motherfucker, I’ll cut a motherfucker
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| Gut a nigga like a fish, yeah I’ll gut a motherfucker
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| My shit is raw when it’s rugged, keep it always 100
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| I’m a Top Ramen Nigga and you just got off the bus
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| But nigga now all of a sudden, y’all niggas ballin' and stuntin'
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| My nigga you frontin' put that on your momma or somethin'
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| Ok now hold up, hold up, my nigga it’s funny to me
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| I be gettin' more honeys than these dummys that got way more money than me
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| You see I’m comin' from nothin' but your woman with me
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| And now she cummin' for nothin' cuz I fucked her for free
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| Now when y’all floss like that, y’all niggas shouldn’t feel too safe
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| I know niggas that’ll kill you when they bills due for those mils you claim
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| Let’s say for real you paid, let’s say you William Gates
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| We will split your wig, we got bills to pay
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| Shit, I’m finna take this EBT to the fish market in CPT
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| Then head back to LBC once I feed these C’s
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| My nig, what you got poppin' some kush let’s get that poppin'
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| In love with Mary, not Poppins
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| You can tell I’m bent, you can smell the scent
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| Eyes at a low level, squint, with a slight yellow tint
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| I’m high when I’m feelin' low
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| I can get you high for the low, on the low
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| Let me know, I don’t know what you talkin' about officer
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| What? |
| Uhm, I bought this purse, knowin' you snatched that off of her
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| Those type of hood struggles, we know all too well
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| Whole crew real, you want beef?
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| That’s fake, tofu sale
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| I’m on Long Beach Boulevard and Willow where them killers are
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| Gettin' off the train with that thing, I just left you all
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| Real niggas, yes we are, trill niggas, yes we are
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| Prison flow, real life sentences behind every bar
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| Who need a posse? |
| I’m movin' without my clique
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| I cruise to the swap meet for some shoes and a outfit
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| Me and little mommy bout to do it on the couch
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| Watchin' a bootleg copy of a movie that ain’t out yet
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| Bending corners in my baby momma’s fuckin' 300 Chrysler that I bought her
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| Now I need somethin' white that I can flip
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| Put that white girl on the street, yeah I’m somethin' like a pimp |