| All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores
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| All this goddamn Dior, I’m that lil' nigga these hoes adore
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| I’m thumbin' through all of these bands
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| Bitch I’m the man, take a good girl to a whore
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| Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complainin', leavin' his brains on the
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| floor
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| My nigga he a shooter, got 2 turn Rugers, tryna up the score
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| Pop a nigga, Medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors
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| Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse
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| My nigga don’t got no future, he fucked up, he think killin' a sport
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| Probably pop an opp and skurt off in a 'Rarri
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| I ain’t tryna fight, Glock kicks, Jeff Hardy
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| come shoot up yo' party
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| off the flesh, could kill everybody
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| Cream Dior all over my body
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| Fuckin' up barber that look like Carti
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| Diamonds on ice, got my wrist playin' Hockey
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| Shining real bright, it be easy to spot me
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| Yeah, it be easy to spot me
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| Rest comin' in, it’s gon' be hard for you to stop me
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| Niggas mad that they not me
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| Put it in power, they thought I was
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| But now lil' bitches drive from the projects
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| Spendin' bread with the gang, ain’t nobody stop me
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| 'till them niggas see
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| I tote big fire, I swear I don’t need help
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| Ridin' with the strap, I ain’t talking 'bout a seat belt
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| Big fire on my lap, I ain’t sleepin' 'till this shit dealt with
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| You niggas jump out then get killed quick
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| I don’t wanna talk when I get you zipped
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| I don’t wanna talk when I get you flipped
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| Roll 'em up in a cigar
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| I’m swinging that steel like guitars
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| Then she left my heart with scars
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| All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores
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| All this goddamn Dior, I’m that lil' nigga these hoes adore
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| I’m thumbin' through all of these bands
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| Bitch I’m the man, take a good girl to a whore
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| Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complainin', leavin' his brains on the
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| floor
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| My nigga he a shooter, got 2 turn Rugers, tryna up the score
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| Pop a nigga, Medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors
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| Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse
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| My nigga don’t got no future, he fucked up, he think killin' a sport |