| FN leave his face gone, ha
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| If it ain’t safe outside, he better stay home, ha
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| Nigga, that’s how you die, we keep them Dracs on us
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| Yeah, and we make your bitch sing just like Trey Songz, ha, uh, yeah
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| Nigga, my jacket Arcteryx, ha, yeah
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| I say free lil' Will and lil' Top out that parish, yeah
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| Talk down on the gang bitch, yeah, that’s how you perish
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| Yeah, uh, ayy, I’m with a fly ass bitch
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| Me and my jeans Rick Owens and I just Prada-ed my bitch
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| And I just popped me an Oxy', yeah, now the whole gang lit
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| And I just popped me a Roxi', yeah, now the whole day lit
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| We got sticks insid the Bentley, yah, the windows tinted, yeah
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| We got FN’s with the scopes, so you know we ain’t missing
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| Yeah, his ho, she a goat with the throat, no kizzy, yeah |