| Ayy, K. Dot
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| (Yay-yay)
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| Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger?
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| Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger?
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| Can we get it how we used to get it?
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| Cap on, and I got racks on
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| Spend four nights in a country I like
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| Then take my rich ass back home
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| Glow so bright, I could make moonlight
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| See this ain’t like your pheromones
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| Blew one, big gun, baritone
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| Who won? |
| We won, yeah, holmes
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| We old school like Capitol
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| My old school made doctor note
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| My old school made hard knock
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| Black on black, my coupe and strap
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| I ain’t ballin' on the hard top, I told y’all to call Top
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| Now my number call blocked, I don’t miss, I call shot
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| Hold up, yeah, cap on and I got racks on (And I got racks on)
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| And I produce that diesel, I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy)
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| Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you, you ain’t got backbone (You ain’t got,
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| hold up)
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| I don’t rely on people, I just go and bread chase, whoa
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| This so fuckin' dope, I might catch a fed case, whoa
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| You ain’t gettin' money, nigga, then you dead weight, whoa
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| Got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate, whoa
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| We go drop on 'em, y’all better play it safe, whoa
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| Cap on, and I got racks on
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| Don’t be bitter, your dope they reconsider, that shit be stepped on
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| Eastside Johnny way out that project building, I get my rep on
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| Fuck your feelin', no question bitch, I kill it, I bring that check home
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| We old school like domino, my old school made lawyers know
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| My old school a match box, black on black, bad bitch in the back
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| We ballin' on a hard top, Dot told y’all to call Top
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| Now my number call blocked, we don’t miss, we call shots
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| Swervin', I pay 'em no mind because I curve 'em
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| She said I look way better in person
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| I told her I do better when I’m workin'
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| You scared motherfucker? |
| Go to churches
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| Right back in this bitch, take a flick, ho, what’s happenin'? |
| Yeah
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| We don’t politic, money clip like it’s fashion, yeah
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| Me and Rock go back like flippin' mattresses
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| Me and Dot go back like knockin' addresses
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| Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on
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| Lil' Man-Man not the one to go bad on
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| Big kickstand fold out when you lack on
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| You ain’t no man, you a mouse in a rat hole
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| I hold band, whole stack, that’s factual
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| Called Big Ten on a island bashful
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| Fuck your plan, I’ma burn that castle
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| Fuck that clan, I’ma burn that task force
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| It’s sick murder when I say go
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| Hoppin' out that van with the black ski mask
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| And a great big burner when I say go
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| Man I took my chance in the paint like that
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| Let’s see how further it might go
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| And it just might hurt you when I go
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| And my name might curse you when I go, bitch
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| God, we trust
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| Fear no man but in God, we trust
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| Both palm in hand, prayin' I stay up
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| I know you try your best but it’s not like us, wow
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| Oh you say you got a bad one? |
| Wow
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| I can tell you never had one, wow
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| We back to back actin' maney, wow
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| Eastside Johnny goin' stupid, stupid, stupid, wow |