| The fuck
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Gas reekin
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| Tires screechin
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| Drop the top outside
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| Blowin indo
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| Ridin presidential
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| S600 look like a limo
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| Nigga, you’s a lameo
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| I pull up, new whip like Django
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| I been gettin cap
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| Nigga, I ain’t talkin' Kangol
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| I’m on that gang shit
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| Ain’t no lame shit
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| Got some niggas, don’t gang bang
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| They just bang shit
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| This lil bitch say she like how my chain hit
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| Mane, I really think this bitch want to let me hit
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| Call me papa Glock
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| I got the dough
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| Ya dig that?
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| I’m a trap nigga
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| You ain’t know?
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| Ya still dig that?
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| When I dress
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| It’s 5 bands, head to toe
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| Ya really are diggin' that
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| Bitch jump like rabbits
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| Cause these carats on me
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| Ya dig that?
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| Eat steak and lobster
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| Ain’t no more bologna
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| Ya dig that?
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| Can’t cuff that bitch
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| Got Ferragamo on me
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| Ya dig that?
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| You run up on me
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| Nigga you’s a goner
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| Ya dig that?
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| And it’s the same thing when I see ya homies
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| Ya dig that?
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| You can call me Glock the Builder
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| Nigga, know I keep the tool
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| I sip on lean, not booze
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| Bad bih, Key Glock on her boob
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| But I can’t jump no broom
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| I’m skippin to my loot
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| My niggas hit, don’t shoot
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| Lil nigga ballin, Caillou
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| Glock you the shit
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| Bitch, that ain’t nothin new
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| Everybody callin me crazy
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| Cause of one permanent diamond tooth
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| Stackin my chips like Lay’s
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| Nigga, I do what I want to do
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| Bitch, my name ain’t Que
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| But I got the juice
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| I rock Margiela shoes
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| And my grandma say they boots
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| Gucci’s like I’m bowlin
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| My uncle say I look smooth
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| I know you got the news
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| Lil Glock got your bitch nudes
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| I’m givin niggas the blues
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| I’m countin all these blues
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| Call me Papa Glock
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| I got the dough
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| Ya dig that?
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| I’m a trap nigga
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| You ain’t know?
|
| Ya dig that?
|
| When I dress
|
| It’s 5 bands, head to toe
|
| Ya dig that?
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| Bitch I’m a rabbit
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| Cause these carats on me
|
| Ya dig that?
|
| Eat steak and lobster
|
| Ain’t no more bologna
|
| Ya dig that?
|
| Can’t cuff that bitch
|
| Got Ferragamo on me
|
| Ya dig that?
|
| You run up on me
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| Nigga you’s a goner
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| Ya dig that?
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| And it’s the same thing when I see ya homies
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| Ya dig that? |