| Yeah, turn my mic up
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| High as fuck, fuckin' bomboclaat
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| Bitch, haha, ah
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| I’ve got some shooters, they gon' kill for me
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| Someone havin' meetings with your big homie
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| Pull up to my show, I got them sticks on me
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| Lookin' like I hit a damn lick on it
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| I’m in the back of the 'Bach
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| And I be sippin' on Act'
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| She suck my dick for a stack
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| She let me beat up her cat
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| Pop it up, top with a Glock
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| I let her ride on the top
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| And if want it, I cop
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| I got the key to the safe and the lot
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| Choppa all black like Barack
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| Used to be slangin' them rocks
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| And we gon' shine like a moth
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| Shooters comin' and they will not stop
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| Her pussy ain’t nothing, but I tater tot
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| Sellin' out shows and we rock
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| Play with my nigga, we Rock-a-fella
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| Choppa gon' sound like acapella
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| I’ve got some shooters, they gon' kill for me
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| Someone havin' meetings with your big homie
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| Pull up to my show, I got them sticks on me
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| Lookin' like I hit a damn lick on it
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| Pull up in somethin' mean
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| Pull up with AR’s with beams
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| Havin' meetings with your big homie
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| You still callin' for green
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| We get caught for green
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| You a
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| Bust up all them flags
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| That’s how your ass will get dragged in
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| tryin’a turn me with two deuces
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| That’s your ass boy
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| Lookin' like a sad boy
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| I’m a rap boy, in a fast car
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| I don’t ask y’all, but you got questions
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| I’ve got answers
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| I ain’t even playin' with y’all
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| I’m big chiefin' like cancer
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| I’ve got some shooters, they gon' kill for me
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| Someone havin' meetings with your big homie
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| Pull up to my show, I got them sticks on me
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| Lookin' like I hit a damn lick on it |