| Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, that probably Tago
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| Pipe that shit up, TNT
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| The Heroes
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| HeartBeatz on the track
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| MrBlackOnDaTrack
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| I hope they know, a lot of cancer in the air
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| I hope they know, a lot of cancer in the air
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| Bang it out, that nigga know he in danger now
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| Purge shit, we tryna catch a nigga hangin' out
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| Fuck the peace, and no we ain’t got shit to think about
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| Bitch, you gon' sleep, 'cause all that pussy shit I can’t allow
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| Trap open, just ignore the smell, we got a stinky house
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| My chain for a brain, come on, let’s exchange it out
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| Damn that’s the same amount, that’s some shit to think about
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| We can bring them hammers out, that’s if you take the cancer out
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| Streets talk, a lot of shit got me in deep thought
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| Full of meds, eyes red and I sleepwalk
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| Sleep talk, eleven doses got the heat out
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| Gang shit, this bitch’ll knock a nigga knees out
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| Lights on, hell nah, ice on, leave it out
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| Pipe on, shells hot, I got what’s gon' keep 'em out
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| Fuck niggas, they want clout
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| But you gon' end up bleedin' out
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| Bitch, we gon' keep them heaters out
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| On sight, we can squeeze it out
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| I hope they know, a lot of cancer in the air
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| Two brand new cutters, I just ordered me a pair
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| He a pussy and I know that so we cannot play it fair
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| He was lyin' if he told you he was tryna take it there
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| I hope that you know, a lotta cancer in the air
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| We can bang it out there, fuck what they say, I don’t care
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| Bitch ass nigga, this that 23 shit
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| We on that purge shit
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| Bang it out, that nigga know he in danger now
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| Purge shit, we tryna catch a nigga hangin' out
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| Fuck the peace, and no we ain’t got shit to think about
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| Bitch, you gon' sleep, 'cause all that pussy shit I can’t allow
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| Trap open, just ignore the smell, we got a stinky house
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| My chain for a brain, come on, let’s exchange it out
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| Damn that’s the same amount, that’s some shit to think about
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| We can bring them hammers out, that’s if you take the cancer out
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| Bitch shit, he hatin' on the way my wrist glist'
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| Big sticks, pussy, don’t get on my hit list
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| Fuck that, you already on my shit list
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| Pop shooters, sendin' shots but never hit shit
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| Catch a nigga, blow him down, like we blow a candle out
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| Pick a cancer for the other side, I’m tryna hand 'em out
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| Apply pressure to these streets until we get some answers out
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| They’ve been hidin' all week, they know we tryna stamp 'em out
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| We might pull a purge off, pull up, swerve off
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| Knock the whole curb off, don’t catch a curveball
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| I ain’t never heard of y’all, ain’t got no words for y’all
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| Face down on the ground, now that’s a dirty talk
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| Bang it out, that nigga know he in danger now
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| Purge shit, we tryna catch a nigga hangin' out
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| Fuck the peace, and no we ain’t got shit to think about
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| Bitch, you gon' sleep, 'cause all that pussy shit I can’t allow
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| Trap open, just ignore the smell, we got a stinky house
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| My chain for a brain, come on, let’s exchange it out
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| Damn that’s the same amount, that’s some shit to think about
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| We can bring them hammers out, that’s if you take the cancer out |