| Fuck all that talkin', we gon' get 'em straight
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| I’m in the trenches damn near every day
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| I get the money and stay out the way
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| I’m movin' solo, can’t fuck with no snakes
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| Pull out them bands and I got 'em amazed
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| She’ll fuck me for a new pair of J’s
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| He try to flex, chopper eatin' his face
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| Take off your vest 'cause you’re losin' your fade
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| Bitch, where I’m from, my young niggas don’t play
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| If they ain’t convicted, they clutchin' them K’s
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| Fuck all these hoes, tell 'em stay out my face
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| I can’t fuck with you, too busy gettin' paid
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| All of my niggas keep it on the waist
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| Don’t step in my section, that shit, it ain’t safe
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| I’m on my shit, that’s the reason they hate
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| Straight to the top, yeah I’m on the way
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| Just left the bank, took out twenty thousand to flex
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| I’m feelin' like fuck a nigga
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| If you get out of line you get hit with that iron
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| It really ain’t shit to come touch a nigga
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| I be all out of state, I just stay out of the way
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| Don’t give two fucks about another nigga
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| Disloyal as fuck, ain’t no trust but give up
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| So I had to stop trustin' niggas
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| Never did fuck with them other niggas
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| Really I never did fuck with niggas
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| I just be around a couple niggas
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| Elimination, come and fuck a nigga
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| I just poured up me a deuce, yeah I fell in love with the juice
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| Backwoods twistin' fruit, assault rifle when I move
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| Uh, uh, I’m finna cop me a coupe
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| Twenty-three be on all of my shoes, I just cashed out on some jewels
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| It look like I stepped in the pool, yeah they be watchin' my moves
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| Can’t take an L, I don’t lose, he move wrong, make the news, yeah
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| You gon' get hit with that tool
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| Don’t give a fuck about you, step on the scene, bitches choose
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| My pockets full of them blues, they try to play me like a fool
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| 'Cause I never did finish school, now they tryna see what I do
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| Fuck all that talkin', we gon' get 'em straight
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| I’m in the trenches damn near every day
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| I get the money and stay out the way
|
| I’m movin' solo, can’t fuck with no snakes
|
| Pull out them bands and I got 'em amazed
|
| She’ll fuck me for a new pair of J’s
|
| He try to flex, chopper eatin' his face
|
| Take off your vest 'cause you’re losin' your fade
|
| Bitch, where I’m from, my young niggas don’t play
|
| If they ain’t convicted, they clutchin' them K’s
|
| Fuck all these hoes, tell 'em stay out my face
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| I can’t fuck with you, too busy gettin' paid
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| All of my niggas keep it on the waist
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| Don’t step in my section, that shit, it ain’t safe
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| I’m on my shit, that’s the reason they hate
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| Straight to the top, yeah I’m on the way |