| Let’s go ride poles
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| We circle splashers and smokes
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| Stop all the talk, let’s go ride poles
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| Let’s go ride poles
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| GB mad, keep 'chetes in jeans
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| In the trap movin' dark and snow, dark and snow
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| We circle splashers and smokes
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| Da bro shotgun earth mans g
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| Stop all the talk, let’s go rise poles
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| Go rise poles
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| Slap, slapped one then he had no teeth, then he had no teeth
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| Splashers and smokes
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| Rollin' with Twin and the twin ting peak
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| Let’s go rise poles
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| Slap, slapped one then he had no teeth
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| GB mad keep 'chetes in jeans
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| Rollin' with Twin and the twin ting peak
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| Circle splashers and smokes
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| Young boy say he got war with the opps, he garn' lose his mind
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| But fuck these opps, we chop their tops, they know about us and our knives
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| In twenty-four hours, I put it on my mother’s, we went round there like twice
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| Man ching up, don’t ching man once, then it’s back to the B to my line
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| Like veggie burger what? |
| Where?
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| How dare you say that we ain’t on beef?
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| Like jeet, jeet she on me hold up man trap mash on these streets
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| They don’t talk about p’s, opp thot go low while I roll my weed
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| Like gyally on me like my rammy on me hold on lemme just repeat
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| Like gyally on me like my swammy, spent a thousand, eight on teeth
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| Man, drill out the whip don’t park it, big fuck off ramz, I move barky
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| Moscow got these g’s tarkin', man step round there there’s no warnin'
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| Two, bells in the dots move cornish
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| Man, Moscow March and then lean
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| He slapped one then he had no teeth
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| GB mad, keep 'chetes in jeans
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| Rollin' with Twin and the twin ting peak
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| Da bro shotgun earth mans g
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| He slapped one then he had no teeth
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| GB mad, keep 'chetes in jeans
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| Rollin' with Twin and the twin ting peak
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| Da bro shotgun earth mans g
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| Stop all the talk, let’s go ride poles
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| Moscow, Brandon, Russians, damage body and them boy there know
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| Got barbies cattin' for us cah she loves how the Russians rides and roll
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| Touch my bro, we don’t sit back we circle splashers and smokes
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| And Jazzy is a real madman, he won’t itch to let that go
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| Loose in the trap movin' dark and snow
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| We damage opps but some just ghost
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| Screwloose and Tizz splashed man, no joke
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| Catch me with Twin, that’s not a friend, that’s bro
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| Don’t wanna see Ted and M. Y and Mo
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| Lurked so much ped, Ford or on toes
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| Go on a ride own clothes no phone
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| Just stop it
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| The ver-the verbal abuse is long, man just go over there and dump it
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| Them man dash, them man don’t stay, they’re chicken like KFC bucket
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| And I got love for the girls, curl my hammer the girl just locks it
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| Yeah the girl just locks it
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| Drill up the place and cut
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| Moscow March with my dons
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| We rev our hands and then lean
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| Fuck off dots in my jeans
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| I ain’t no vegan, I love beef
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| Don’t wanna say I’m peng, but I’m far from sweet
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| Talk about scoreboards, pull on me please
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| Gyally on me like that thing on me |