| Man, you know what the fuck it is mane
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| Pussy ass nigga
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| Ruffwayy shit nigga
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| All that slick dissing they gon have to lay bout that shit on gang
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| Lawd have mercy
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| When pressure hit
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| I know some youngins do it on the muscle
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| But it ain’t shit for me to come up
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| We done with the gutta
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| Stop sending threats through your keyboard
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| That shit ain’t gutta
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| Them bitches steppin with three rods
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| Go get ya brother
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| We strap bad, need an army just to take us
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| Creep up on ya, no mask
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| Let the draco fuck ya face up
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| Pussy niggas be mad
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| Don’t understand why they hate us
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| Really they sleeping on me
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| Finna make them bitches wake up
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| Go ask ya brother bout the Youngan
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| He know how I’m livin
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| Niggas outchea dick riding
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| Wanna have my children
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| What’s on yo chest?
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| That’s a bet, oh that’s how you feelin?
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| Better yet we at yo neck
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| Broad day we spinnin
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| The last time a nigga play with me?
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| It’s been a minute
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| Clutchin 38's and 30 K’s
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| Ain’t shit to get you finished
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| Throwin' slang, speakin on my name
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| Guess you want attention
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| Bitch, stay in yo lane
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| For that gang, let you feel extensions
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| My lil youngin, he da dumbest
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| Yeah, he trained to go
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| Ain’t too official, ??? |
| bring the scope
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| Catch you in the face
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| And fuck around and rearrange ya nose
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| But if we miss, we spin again
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| Up and let em bang some mo
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| Let it rain some mo
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| Now you know you up in danger mode
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| Think I play for Duke the way I shoot
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| Bitch, I came to score
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| Draco holdin 75, I’m bustin til it ain’t no mo
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| Gone pull up with them heaters
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| Trigger squeezin, bitch we came for smoke
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| With this burner I can turn a nigga head hot
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| Bitch you outta luck
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| No need to duck, I got the red dot
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| And if you try to jack you, gettin whacked
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| Fuck a leg shot
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| I’m pushin yo shit back
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| Take some head shots
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| Slick dissing on nem songs
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| Gone make me whack a bitch
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| You speak again, I sprint up in
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| Pull up, hop out, and crackin shit
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| Give a bitch nigga 21 shots
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| We on some savage shit
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| Catch me in traffic, bitch
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| Make the ratchet do a magic trick
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| You gone disapear when I start clappin
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| This my magic stick
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| Lil bitch stop that actin
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| I’ll smash you and who you lackin wit
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| If you with yo hoe, she gotta go
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| Yeah, we gone smash a bitch
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| I’m better off trappin'
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| But I’m nasty with this rappin shit
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| Bitch ass nigga |