| Ayy, Ben, I always call you when I need a hit, man
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| I call you when I need to roll one
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| I call you when I need to roll one
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| You call me when you need to hold something
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| You only call me when you need a loan
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| And I’m only talkin' murder on my other phone
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| She be right here like she post to
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| And I’m havin' ruffles on my shoulder
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| You know I love to shine, so my gun plated gold
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| You havin' your high, got me on my tippy toes
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| I’m already zombie, I ain’t gotta sell my soul, baby
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| Own a mansion now, my last home done got old
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| I be totin' a pole, I’m pourin' a four, I’m rollin' up mold
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| Flyer than these niggas, man, niggas be flyin' cold
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| And I’m takin' money with the dope now
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| I promise I’m a junkie on the dope now
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| Takin' Molly got me takin' souls
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| Takin' Mollys fucked me up, I know
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| I know I’m a zombie on Earth, I’m a Zoe
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| And I’m bringin' hell on Earth for these hoes
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| You my heaven on Earth, you my H.O.E baby
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| I love my old girl, I love my old lady
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| Lookin' in my rear view, I ain’t paranoid, I’m on point
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| In the club with twenty of my niggas but I’m on one
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| She said, «Kodak, is you flyer than my nigga?» |
| uh huh
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| Police asked if I know what happened to that nigga, uh uh
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| They like, «Really? |
| It ain’t none of your goddamn business, noneya»
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| You niggas got the same drip, I’m drippin' custom
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| Kill a nigga broad daylight just because
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| Kill a nigga right in public 'bout my brothers
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| I don’t play no games, you could miss me with the fun
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| 'Cause I got a AR-15 in the trunk
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| Lil' nigga, but I’m big like I’m Pun
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| I parked the Wraith, then I pulled up in a Dawn
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| Sniper Gang Taliban, I’m a junkie
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| Remember hittin' stores, hidin' in a dungeon
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| Jump out with my orange ski mask like I’m pumpkin
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| I run out on you faggot ass niggas, y’all be punkin'
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| Even though I’m little, I be makin' big boy moves
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| They know that I’m little, so I got a lot to prove
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| I done transformed from that nigga to that Woo
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| Talkin' 'bout me I’m gon' need you on the news
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| marinate one more again
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| Talkin' 'bout that I’m 'gon need you on a T-shirt
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| That money talk, you niggas teeth hurt
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| I’m gon' need you on a T-shirt, yeah
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| Molly pink on it, yuh
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| My momma call Bill, I kill to pay the bills, I swear
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| My momma named me Jason, see me in your sleep, nightmare
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| My family called me God’s son, 'cause I’m gon' need bloodshed
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| Yeah, I’m gon' need your whole head
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| '90s baby, I ain’t got no respect for the old heads
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| Sniper Gang, most of my niggas done gone fed
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| I ain’t Tweetin', pussy nigga, I know you scared
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| Catch me slidin' in the decoy, fuck a Maybach
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| She said, «Do you fuck with D-Boy?» |
| that was way back
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| I split yo' wig, I put your top right where your tape at
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| I’m 'bout that gun play, got a AK in the Maybach
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| I lost my homie to a gunman
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| I lost my other homie 'cause I found money
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| I’m SG, 13 is done with
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| I’m jumpin' out the, I got done with it |