| Incredible
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| Man, these Dr. Martens look like space boosters, nigga (Sredna in the city)
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| Hahaha
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| I hop and I zoom
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| Thank God there’s a moon, yeah, yeah
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| I might change the mood
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| This choppa go loose, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t want to start, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t got no heart, yeah, yeah
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| But he don’t want smoke, no, no
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| Pull up at dark, woah, woah
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| Dogs barkin', yeah, fords parkin'
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| Police watchin', yeah, niggas spark, ayy
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| Choppa rocket, uh, uh, hit your park up, uh, uh
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| Hit you at the red light, hope you stop, uh, ayy
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| Hope you done prepared for them niggas at your house, uh
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| We already there, but we scopin' this shit out, uh
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| Bronem in the bushes ready to air this shit out, uh
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| Snitchin' to the cops, like givin' cheese to a mouse, uh
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| Rat niggas, cap niggas, ayy, ayy
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| Trap nigga, uh, I spit facts, nigga, uh (Err, err)
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| Soda soda sippin' got me too sleep, uh
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| Wanna be my girl, but she a groupie, ayy
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| Choppa rocket (Mm, mm), pop, pop (Uh, woo)
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| Hit your brother, huh, huh, hit your pops, ayy
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| Put 'em on your block, they spin around too
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| Better watch them niggas that’s around you
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| I hop and I zoom
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| Thank God there’s a moon, yeah, yeah
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| I might change the mood
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| This choppa go loose, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t want to start, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t got no heart, yeah, yeah
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| But he don’t want smoke, no, no
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| Pull up at dark, woah, woah |