| I swear I can’t trust these niggas, they really schemin' on the low
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| Watch my Glock turn to Usher, let it burn, so keep it cold
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| Don’t let me catch you slipping with this cal tech
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| He on the internet tripping, blood, he could have that, yeah
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| Pull up in that we ready for war
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| All of us strapped, we four deep in this car
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| We the young boys running y’all town
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| Pull up and air yo' shit out
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| Fuck all that talking, we gon' pull up and handle this shit
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| You disrespect it, we gon' check it and end that shit cray
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| Oh, we really having it
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| All of my young niggas savages
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| We having jewels like them Africans
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| Beef, we put that shit on sandwiches
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| Pull up in yo' hood and embarrass ya
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| These pussy niggas envy, fuck it, we gon' give 'em nightmares
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| On my gang, fuck that fame, I won’t change at all
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| I can’t fuck with no broke bitches, they too fucking small
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| Ain’t tryna please every nigga, that’s a downfall
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| How he fuck with you and he hesitate when he get the call?
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| I swear I can’t trust these niggas, they really schemin' on the low |
| Watch my Glock turn to Usher, let it burn, so keep it cold
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| Don’t let me catch you slipping with this cal tech
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| He on the internet tripping, blood, he could have that, yeah
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| I swear I can’t trust these niggas, they really schemin' on the low
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| Watch my Glock turn to Usher, let it burn, so keep it cold
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| Don’t let me catch you slipping with this cal tech
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| He on the internet tripping, blood, he could have that, yeah
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| I swear I can’t trust these niggas, they really schemin' on the low
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| Watch my Glock turn to Usher, let it burn, so keep it cold
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| Don’t let me catch you slipping with this cal tech
|
| He on the internet tripping, blood, he could have that, yeah
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| I swear I can’t trust these niggas, they really schemin' on the low
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| Watch my Glock turn to Usher, let it burn, so keep it cold
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| Don’t let me catch you slipping with this cal tech
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| He on the internet tripping, blood, he could have that, yeah |