| Shoutout my label that’s me
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| I’m in this bitch with TP
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| I’m in this bitch with 4trey
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| I just poured up me a 8
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| Real nigga all in my face
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| 500 racks in my safe
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| 500 racks to the plug
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| What you know 'bout showin' love
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| What you know 'bout pullin' up, in Bentley trucks
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| Make these bitches fall in love
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| All of my niggas on go
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| None of my niggas no hoe
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| All of my niggas want smoke
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| All of my niggas together we came from the bottom we used to wear each other
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| clothes
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| None of my niggas gon' fold
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| Couple pussy niggas told
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| They ain’t my niggas no mo'
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| Hold it down for the 4
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| In the 9 with the woes
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| Ralo my dawg that’s for sho'
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| We won’t fall out about shit
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| Specially not 'bout no bitch
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| We ain’t gone fallout bout hoes
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| Me and Ced get them loads
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| We let 'em go for the low
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| I got my hood in control
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| I got my left wrist on froze
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| I got my right wrist on froze
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| I got my necklace on froze
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| Both my ears on froze
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| I been gettin faded I’m sippin' on maple
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| If she won’t fuck I won’t make her
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| I don’t like bitches with makeup
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| If she want titties I pay for 'em
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| Get outta there when I wake up
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| I pass the ball I don’t layup
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| I’m a big boss I got say so
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| They’ll wipe you down If I say so
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| Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos
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| 40's, on 40's, on 40's
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| I just bought me some new water
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| Wetter than Katrina shout out New Orleans
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| I made a promise my niggas gon' ball
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| Hard in the paint change my name to John Wall
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| Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
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| Find a new plug then we takin' em all
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| Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck
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| Hop out fresher than a mento
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| Lil nigga but I’m big dawg
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| All I gotta make is one call
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| Hit a nigga block, two calls
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| Cross a nigga up, hot sauce
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| Ooh I got 'em mad, my fault
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| Talking bout the shit that I bought
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| Poppi’n these perks I done turned to a savage
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| Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress
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| Hundred racks stuffed in the attic
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| Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa
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| These niggas play gangsta but they won’t approach me
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| I know they’ll never approach me
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| They know that they’ll catch a bullet
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| I rock the game to the fullest
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| I run with some real ones I don’t hang with no pussies
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| I ain’t no killer don’t push me
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| I see how you niggas be lookin'
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| I hope you don’t think you no bully
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| I’m livin' the life I should star in a movie
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| Ridin' in a vert with a uzi
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| Twelve get behind me I lose 'em
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| They tryin' guess what I’m doin'
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| They tryin' guess who I’m screwin'
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| That ain’t even they business
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| They ain’t wanna fuck with me
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| Now they see a nigga drippin'
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| Now they wanna fuck with me
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| They can’t get in touch with me
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| Hardly ever in the city
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| They just know I’m gettin' bigger
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| They just know a nigga busy
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| I been runnin' up them digits
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| Yeah |