| Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property
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| This shit give you bad luck, I can’t take none of this shit out with me
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| Walked out of jail fresh to death, bitch, that’s a felony
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| How shawty wanna cuff a G you would’ve thought she was arresting
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| Extensions on my Glock I’m out hunting after the opp
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| I’m not taking pictures with guns 'cause these bitches don’t look like props
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| Now niggas really get shot, they end up somewhere dead
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| Send them zoes after your top, told 'em bring me that nigga head
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| I send them zoes after your body, told 'em snatch that nigga soul
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| He’ll do it for the bread even though he still on parole
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| Ain’t never been a ho, he on go when it’s time to shoot
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| I grew up around killers, ain’t have to go and recruit
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| I grew up around soldiers who bring pistols in the club
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| Ain’t taking shit from me but we will give his addy slugs
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| My cup from the mud, my diamonds from the dirt
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| My nigga off them drugs, he tweaking off the Percs
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| He geeking out his body, you could get shot just for looking wrong
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| This .40 be the kryptonite for the niggas that think they super strong
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| This pistol take his power, have him begging like a coward
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| I ain’t never going for nothing, fuck nigga, I’m from Broward
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| Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property
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| This shit give you bad luck, I can’t take none of this shit out with me
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| Walked out of jail fresh to death, bitch, that’s a felony
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| How shawty wanna cuff a G you would’ve thought she was arresting
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| Extensions on my Glock I’m out hunting after the opp
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| I’m not taking pictures with guns 'cause these bitches don’t look like props
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| Now niggas really get shot, they end up somewhere dead
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| Send them zoes after your top, told 'em bring me that nigga head |