| Can’t come around, we don’t trust you
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| Ran through the streets with the muzzle
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| None of my niggas don’t tussle
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| If you want smoke gon' bust you
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Can’t come around, we don’t trust you
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| Run through the streets with the muzzle
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| None of my niggas gon' tussle
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| If you want smoke gon' bust you
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Got my pistol on me, ain’t got time to scuffle
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| Three hundred racks in all hundreds, sittin' inside a duffel
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| Come from the block, we didn’t have much so all we know is hustle
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| Red bottoms, they don’t got a scuff on 'em
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| Catch the opps down bad and bust on 'em
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| Same bitches didn’t wanna fuck with 'em
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| Now them bitches all wanna fuck with 'em
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| We catch a private jet to LA, we land in two hours
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| I make a hundred racks every week, I need some new problems
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| Me and my bitches just be goin' crazy, we got a shoe problem
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| Money on my line keep on callin'
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| Friends are dead, I step inside a coffin
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| Run off on the plug and then we off him
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| Every night a different city ballin'
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| They just wanna see me do bad, but I got a lot of new cash
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| Everywhere I go a blue rag, and I got a lot of blue cash
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| Can’t come around, we don’t trust you
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| Ran through the streets with the muzzle
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| None of my niggas don’t tussle
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| If you want smoke gon' bust you
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Can’t come around, we don’t trust you
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| Run through the streets with the muzzle
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| None of my niggas gon' tussle
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| If you want smoke gon' bust you
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Fuck all my haters, I don’t owe you nothin'
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| Fuck up a check and then made me another one
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| I hit the streets, cause some pandemonium
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| Broke the remote, ain’t nobody controllin' him
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| Slicker than oil when it come to these bitches
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| No wonder they can’t keep a hold on me
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| Nigga be lookin' like he ain’t tough
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| Got my change up, all this gold on me
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| Lord knows I done came up
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| A hundred racks in my sock drawer
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| But it’s not enough 'cause I want more
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| No it’s not enough 'cause I want more
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| So much money on me, you would think that I grow it on trees in my backyard
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| I had to get it out the concrete, I feel the need to go that hard
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| They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the six when I hop out the NASCAR
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| Bitch got a pitchfork, she bad as hell, tell your ho keep a mask on
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| I’m gettin' green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on
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| I’m gettin' green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on
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| Can’t come around, we don’t trust you
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| Ran through the streets with the muzzle
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| None of my niggas don’t tussle
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| If you want smoke gon' bust you
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Can’t come around, we don’t trust you
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| Run through the streets with the muzzle
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| None of my niggas gon' tussle
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| If you want smoke gon' bust you
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
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| Hundred racks stashed in the duffel |