| For them Kermit green dollars
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| Hitcha lip then (Lipton) t your mans
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| Cheddar in my wallet like it fell in a Cheeto can
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| Desi and it’s silenced so when ever I need to blam
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| I do and it’s quiet he can rest with his sleeping fam
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| Bluffing I need a gram
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| Aggressive when needing hash
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| Look into my box bud picked in my secret stash
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| Heat it and then I dash a nigga finna dig in this chick
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| My homies get the bragging bout on how they hitting a lick
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| They did it 6 I smashed at 6:30
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| The bitch was hella clingy had to pass a bit early
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| Them bastards had me worried taking bout them niggas spinning the ben
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| I gets the thinking to my self these cats done did it again
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| But when I pulled up it was all good
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| Rolling up tall woods popping tags
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| In the mall cause we some solid men
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| I got psychotic friends tormented by lotta grim
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| Things so what make you safe in yo exotic Benz
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| (Verse 2, Von)
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| Young niggas posted up
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| Shooting some dice
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| With some niggas they never met
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| Fuck yo landed a triple six
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| Niggas thinking the dice is fixed
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| Put da knife up inside his ribs
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| Oh shit
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| They done did it again
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| They done did it again
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| Now them niggas spinnin the bin
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| Alotta bluffin
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| Even if it wasn’t
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| My niggas never goin for nuffin
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| Word to brova
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| My dummy still pack the biscuit
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| Get it how we get it
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| Regardless gon flip the skillet
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| Bodymore the home of real
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| And free the gorillas
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| But every nigga g til they body froze
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| In the village
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| And real killers only fuckin seeing the half
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| And real niggas seek vision
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| And stay g to the path
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| Dumb niggas dont listen
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| Take em off for a dub
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| It ain’t no skrillex
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| Its all g if don’t nobody start squealing
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| We all winning if nobody start spilling
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| We all winning if nobody start spilling
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| You heard me?
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| — Hook: be mindful what you speak in to existence it could ruin shit another
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| day another way get caught up in some bull shit |