| I’m fire nigga got that purp'
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| Nigga hatin' on me no work
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| No fuck nigga round my circle
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| Get money nigga thats for certain
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
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| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
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| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas
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| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
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| Hey, I got 1000 grams of that white shit
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| 6,000 pounds of that kush nigga
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| A thousand handguns extended clip
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| But if it come to it we at war nigga
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| And why you motherfuckers so mad at me
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| It seem like you would be glad for me
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| Go 'head & talk tall
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| You ain’t scared a me?
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| You cross me shit gon' end tragically
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| In my ferrari I’m flyin'
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| I’m usually high
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| Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
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| You sayin I ain’t been the shit since junior high
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| You ain’t got a truth in ya, nigga you’s a lie
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| They said it’s all fun & games till the tools is out
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| Fuck you, what you gon' do about it?
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| You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a nigga down
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| No one else knew about it
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| Hoppin' all in my G4
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| Rep Hustle Gang wherever we go
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| We off the chain you on a leash tho'
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| Goddamn it must suck to be broke
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| I’m fire nigga got that purp'
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| Nigga hatin' on me no work
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| No fuck nigga round my circle
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| Get money nigga thats for certain
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
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| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
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| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas
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| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
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| Hittin' blunts to the face rest in peace
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| Pop a pill & Ciroc you’ll forget your enemies
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| 21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps
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| Niggas Lyin' come & see
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| Come & get high jump your ass inside
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| Go and blow that dough tell your ass don’t choke
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| I feel it now, now I want some more
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| I overdose, I overdose, we overdose, we overdose
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| Now, I need it now, I need it
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| Swear to god, oh god I need it now
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| Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
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| Oh my god, I’m terrified
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| I’m fire nigga got that purp'
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| Nigga hatin' on me no work
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| No fuck nigga round my circle
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| Get money nigga thats for certain
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
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| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
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| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas
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| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
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| (yeah, head up, Booke)
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| Nah, Forreal
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| Ya’ll pussy niggas ain’t having any money in the box, forreal
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| Nah, Forreal
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| Choppas so big make em niggas say, «Ya'll Forreal?»
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| Nah, Forreal
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| And I’ll stand on your ass on this bull, Call it Pharrel
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| Nah, Forreal
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| You can’t take me perform like AC, ya’ll chill
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| Drunk chill, you know who the last of the real
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| Niggas couldn’t survive where we live
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| The sound worth mills nigga flyer than a leer
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| Talking bout it give a nigga thrills
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| Swear a nigga can’t sit still thumbing thru M’s
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| Thinking bout buying op a crib
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| Just to show a nigga how i live
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| Less than a mill everyday
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| I’m fire nigga got that purp'
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| Nigga hatin' on me no work
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| I’m in that bitch I skrrr!
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| No fuck nigga round my circle
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| Get money nigga thats for certain
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| These niggas ain’t bout that work
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| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
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| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!)
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| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas
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| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up)
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t my kind
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| Ya’ll flows ain’t that fine, matter fact
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| Nigga ya’ll hoes ain’t that fine
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| Ima real throwed spitter gon make ya hiccup a line
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| You dont know the time playa, i can close my eyes
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| I can read you blind bullet
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| Bullets start flying, shell
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| Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine, yeah Dro |