| I seen the proof
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| Neighborhood mobbin'
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| Boy I heard you makin' moves
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| And they could be lyin'
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| But way that they talkin' I doubt it it’s probably true
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| I just been Ducked off with Friday and Jump and
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| They say they heard somethin' they ain’t got a clue
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| We just keep it movin' like the chain go
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| Goin' dummy hittin donuts in Durangos (aye)
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| I be wit' my camp like lazlo (lazlo
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| You be wit' them snakes like rango?(rango)
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| I been that nigga since high key (aye)
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| You the type of nigga like to stay low (stay low)
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| I’m a cool kid from Orlando
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| So you know I had to hit ‘em with the Wu flow (dang)
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| So you really believe these niggas (aw damn)
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| I’m just wonderin' I scheved these niggas (aye)
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| And my mans keep a mask on year-round
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| They don’t even wait for Halloween my nigga
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| I’m just tryna intervene God willin'
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| But my feature lookin' mean my nigga
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| And Jay keep tellin' me to chill
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| I been talkin' like Drake since his arms got bigger
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| Lately got ‘em all tryna fit into the image
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| Imma mess around and crop ‘em all out the picture
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| I remember back when Ball was life
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| Wasn’t going anywhere unless Spalding was wit me
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| Lost in the sauce get involved with the mission
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| If he talk can he walk? |
| Off-the-bark? |
| Can he swim?
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| You a dog but the bite and the bark hella different
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| If you try me I’ma have to make a call to my niggas
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| Get involved now you lost get you tossed in a minute
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| Lil nigga talkin like you tall I admit it
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| But it’s cool i ain’t never had a problem wit niggas
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| Cuz you get to talkin crazy im a god with the scissors
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| Cut you off now you salty and flawed go figure
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| I can rap on this song for a week my nigga
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| Talkin heat drop a bomb on the beat my nigga
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| Can’t stand me? |
| Take a front row seat my nigga
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| Aye but its cool tho just throw me them hundos
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| I taught the to whole team how to do it like Squanto
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| I do what i want tho you ain’t even catch it
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| Bust into yo front do deliver a message
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| Them boys they want beef then ketchup to this lettuce
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| And Let us Proceed to keep killin these dextros? |
| (amphetamines)
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| I said we gon' eat boi im hungry it’s evident
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| Killed all these rappers my prints on the hamburgers?
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| Told Metro I’ma need a hit right now
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| I’ma need a zip full of loud
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| And I ain’t even talkin bout weed
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| Theres hella beats on the flashdrive file
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| Throw the beef on the dinner plate towel
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| Money kinda trippin im just tryna make it count
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| Aye Jay let the beat breathe tell em that we out |