| Gotta keep the stick within me
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| Like five racks bussin' out these jeans
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| Gotta keep the gang with me
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| Lil' bad ho, she on the scene
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| And I’m kicking shit, yeah with Kobe
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| Spent five racks, on a all white tee
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| I’m sipping on mud, nigga that ain’t no tea
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| And they copy the Slay, they wanna me be
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| I’m laughing at niggas, I know that they can’t
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| I’m in LA and we smoking on dank
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| Slayworld shit,
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| And we got choppers that’s bigger than tanks
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| Stupid lil' boy, ha, thanks
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| Just on the way to the bank
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| All of my pieces hit, finna go and hit the bank, again
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| Yeah, I walk in that bitch, Cartier lens
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| Pour the Ciroc, I’m sipping the gin
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| These niggas cap, they not your friend
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| I’m with lil' Kan, we got some bankroll
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| Roll up the OG like a spring roll
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| Y’all niggas lame, yeah I call 'em lameos
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| Y’all niggas lame, yeah I call 'em weirdos
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| I’m high in the sky, feel like Tony
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| I keep a stick like I’m Sony
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| These niggas fake, they phony
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| She ride on my dick like a pony |