| Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
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| Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock
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| Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
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| How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye
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| Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
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| How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
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| Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
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| I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
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| Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
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| How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger
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| They dang player, do your thing player
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| Get that money, I be road running
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| Call it Mickey D’s 'cause I love it
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| Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
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| They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
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| And I’m solo riding in a stolen ride to that guap
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| You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
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| Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
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| And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
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| You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
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| All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
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| Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
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| You a damn fool
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| How you outchea, you ain’t got no loot?
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| Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
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| How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye
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| Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
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| How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
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| Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
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| I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
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| Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
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| How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger
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| How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
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| They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
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| Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
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| How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
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| I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
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| Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
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| And they call me Bill, 'cause I’m all about a dollar
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| I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
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| You could call me Brady, 'cause that money I got a bunch
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| What’s up witcho lady? |
| shawty said she want a hunch
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| I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
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| Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla
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| Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
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| How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye
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| Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
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| How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
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| Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
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| I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
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| Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
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| How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger |