| You the little one that got that whole thing, ain’t you?
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| You got them boys around the corner runnin' wild on that molly, ain’t you?
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| You pourin' up your cup dirty, ain’t you?
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| You got that mud inside your syrup
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| You 'bout to pour right up now, ain’t you?
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| I bet a thousand on a thousand, ain’t you?
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| You sippin' mud on that dirty, ain’t you?
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| You ready to ride on these niggas, ain’t you?
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| You put designer on your eyes, ain’t you?
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| You take the nine out them pies, ain’t you?
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| You hit that street but you was servin' all them dimes, ain’t you?
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| You loaded up you got that iron, ain’t you?
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| You snappin' checks, you on that vine, ain’t you?
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| You tryin' to fuck her cause she fine, ain’t you?
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| You pull up in L.A. buckin' that boy
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| You can’t get caught, you tryna sell the wrong kind, ain’t you?
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| You sell that yay, you 'bout to go 'n' serve your uncle, ain’t you?
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| You see that yola turn a nigga to a beast, yeah
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| We on that kush, poured up on some drank, yeah
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| You that little nigga do the murders, ain’t you?
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| You double-cuppin' cause you want us to know you be sippin' syrup, ain’t you?
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| You in them streets and you ain’t scared, ain’t you?
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| Your family straight if you get killed in the City, cause you insured,
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| ain’t you?
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| You got these niggas in they feelings, ain’t you?
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| You got a bitch that got a booty as big as Serena Williams, ain’t you?
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| You got bannanas, ain’t you?
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| For these gorillas, ain’t you?
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| Someone don’t pay you, most likely gon' have to kill 'em, ain’t you?
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| You 'bout to move, ain’t you?
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| You got to
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| You 'bout to do it, ain’t you?
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| Act like them niggas in Saint Louis in the hood, ain’t you?
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| Got your little Ruger on you, too
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| You 'bout to use it, ain’t you?
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| Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, it ain’t nothin'
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| Call Freebandz nigga, I bet we break somethin'
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| Future just
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| All that. |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |