| I know my man, he ain’t on nuttin'
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| Still though, he talks like his gun been bussin'
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| My man don’t live what he raps
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| He soon fall off, he gon' run out of substance
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| Cross that line, we border patrol
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| Opps can’t get through customs
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| I don’t take no check
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| Step correct, leave the flick in the function
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| My man was giving the drop on them
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| How that man tell a gang so sudden?
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| Man just caught a sum off of music
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| Still out risking a court summons
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| Bro got the dots and I with the spins like London
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| Bro just re’d up on the white
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| He ain’t got hurry it like Tubman
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| Hit the booth, spit the truth when the mic’s on
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| Bro ginnals the box and show me
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| Said that’s the square that I conned
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| They don’t wanna see me with my squad
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| Lurk broad day or do it late night job
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| Still on to 'em bygones
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| Pattern with gang then go get a ride on
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| Any waps, take that, man buy them
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| Takes a word, got the link like a hyphen
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| Free Reeko, he like family
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| That guy my darg like Brian
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| Only if he cut from them sirens
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| Wouldn’t have him on the wing like a linesman
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| Could never say that they can’t find man
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| They know where KO be, no Bryant
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| Whip it out when we hop out of whips
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| Bro got his quids in cah he whips it
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| That’s that white cream like whipped
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| Whipped it out, dicked it down, now she’s whipped
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| See a opp in this whip, still spin it
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| Even if it’s hot cah the whips we in’s legit
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| Still take that risk even though we own dingers
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| Tryna sponsor, put sticks on blocks so the gangdem glide
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| Hope no missed shots when the gangdem grind
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| Not always kind, no ticks, can’t be no missed dots
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| If they in the mandem’s sight
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| We ain’t going on blind so there’s no missed opps
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| Bro in the kitch', whip shine, turn it hard from soft
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| Free the G’s, got the guys dem locked
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| Get scream 'till my team all fresh home
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| Little bro said he keen to shoot like Robbie
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| Said I get what you mean, defo
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| We pop doors, it’s brute
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| I wave my hand but it won’t mean hello
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| We ride, they whine
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| Whip it out on him, hoping he falls like Echo
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| Been pulling them strings, no cello
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| Whip it out when we hop out of whips
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| Bro got his quids in cah he whips it
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| That’s that white cream like whipped
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| Whipped it out, dicked it down, now she’s whipped
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| See a opp in this whip, still spin it
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| Even if it’s hot cah the whips we in’s legit
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| Still take that risk even though we own dingers
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| Whip it out when we hop out of whips
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| Bro got his quids in cah he whips it
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| That’s that white cream like whipped
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| Whipped it out, dicked it down, now she’s whipped
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| See a opp in this whip, still spin it
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| Even if it’s hot cah the whips we in’s legit
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| Still take that risk even though we own dingers |