| Stop playing mind games
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| You violate and bitch, we iron slang
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| Walk up close range, take off that nigga mindframe
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| Gon' die behind them slangin' pussy boys, they know the gang
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| They know what we claim, ain’t never changed, who tryna bang?
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| They like the back and forth, ain’t tryna take it far, though
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| I’m on some deadly shit, we put you in the dirt, no parvo
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| This shit get hectic, out in traffic, we knock off your car door
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| And, bitch, we steppin', ain’t no tellin', won’t go out like Marlo
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| We catch your son comin' from school, hollows burn through his cargo
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| I’m like a walking bank, bitch, my nickname Wells Fargo
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| I drop a bag on him, now what the fuck they gotta starve for?
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| Rich nigga shit, might spin a bend on some new Forgiatos
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| He wanna beef, we on his street, we tryna touch his taco
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| Now we on feet, and we come creep outside, but we won’t knock, though
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| You ever been burnt by some fire, bitch, imagine hollows
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| If I go broke, I’ma sell soap, so tell 'em, bitch, free Ralo
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| We bangin', dreads hangin' like we from Chicago
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| Love clutching sticks but I’ll smush you with the Glock, though
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| Bitch, we gon' stretch you, we can’t wrestle, you must think you macho
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| For all that pussy shit, bitch, that’s what we been at your top for
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| Stop playing mind games
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| You violate and bitch, we iron slang
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| Walk up close range, take off that nigga mindframe
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| Gon' die behind them slangin' pussy boys, they know the gang
|
| They know what we claim, ain’t never changed, who tryna bang?
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| Stop playing mind games
|
| You violate and bitch, we iron slang
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| Walk up close range, take off that nigga mindframe
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| Gon' die behind them slangin' pussy boys, they know the gang
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| They know what we claim, ain’t never changed, who tryna bang? |