| Fuck the smoke they say you ready for it
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| Say you ready for the smoke
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| They say you ready fo it
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| My niggas ready for it
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| If you say you want the smoke with me
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| Let’s say you ready for it
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| Askin' for that pressure you gon' get
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| That’s what you beggin' for
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| We already one up tell em'
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| «Bitches look up, check the score»
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| My shotta' got a body on his belt but he want several more
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| New opps on my trail
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| What the hell you way from out of town
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| They hatin', but I can’t tell
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| Why the hell you tryna' bite us down?
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| In my face they smile but they talk down when I’m not around
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| Bitch you can’t come around if your not down
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| That shit I’m not alone
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| I forgot it, ain’t no more beamer or relaxin' (No relaxin')
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| Cops watchin' they still serving fiends in the alley bitch
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| I’m not, Glock in my jeans I get active
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| Body full of wocky sippin' codeine heatin' by the gallon
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| Opps dropin', fuck the police we do the damage
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| Thick, chop, block contact his knees ain’t no more dancin'
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| Got a drop deposit, they do it free, no understandin'
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| They got poppin' shootin' with ease
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| No, they don’t plan it
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| What you gon' do with me
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| There’s two of me
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| It might just come in handy
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| My 23's they’ll shoot for me
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| And they’re catching hands like Randy
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| Got a dick under my Glock
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| This bitch a thot
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| She a lil' menace
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| If you say you want the smoke with me
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| Let’s say you ready for it
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| Askin' for that pressure you gon' get
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| That’s what you beggin' for
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| We already one up tell em'
|
| «Bitches look up, check the score»
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| My shotta' got a body on his belt but he want several more
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| New opps on my trail
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| What the hell you way from out of town
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| They hatin', but I can’t tell
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| Why the hell you tryna' bite us down?
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| In my face they smile but they talk down when I’m not around
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| Bitch you can’t come around if your not down
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| That shit I’m not alone |