| Body bag, body bag
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| Foe’nem, they don chopped his ass
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| No parole, but the pole I got, they done dropped his ass
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| No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
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| Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
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| Coppas on my ass and shit, ain’t do it, innocent
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| Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid
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| You don’t know who Bay Bay is? |
| 46, Woodlawn
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| OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit
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| Uzi spit, got a deal
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| Coolin with my movie bitch
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| Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy bitch
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| Get head from my groupie bitch
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| You wifin hoes, you losin' it
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| Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
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| Police at my baby shower
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| Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 100 thou
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| Daddy on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin out
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| You know I bring savage out
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| Lurkin like, why they hidin out
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| Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
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| Bro and them gotta be bonding out
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| Me and my bitch we bonding now
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| No cass, but that mac I got that bitch work condom style
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| I spit crack like Bobby Brown
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| They know I’m a problem child
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| Wifin, we don’t do that shit, that shit be trifling
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| Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dyking
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| Lovin hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in
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| She sucking dick, the same bitch you give goodnight kiss
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| Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman
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| If I can’t make you dance I bet that uzi can
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| Backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit
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| All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit
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| 5 (Yea!), 4 (Yea!), 3 (Yea!), 2.
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| I’m Back In!
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| My shootas gonna shoot some shit
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| Ruthless shit cause we do this shit
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| Black girls on some spooky shit
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| Droppin shit, we go through some shit
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| Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit
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| Goofy niggas claiming shit, niggas ain’t even do this shit
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| OTF 300, 3hunna, no that be GBE
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| Body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead
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| Don’t lack, it crack, no Chris Paul my Clippers give him 3
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| You betta at tennessee, I ain’t talking Tennessee
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| Massacre, robbin shit
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| Masked up like I’m Dracula, mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we
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| cashin' up
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| Twister with the blicky it’s black and it spins fast as fuck
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| Niggas rapped a life time, who’d eva thought I’d pass em' up
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| I’m from West Hyde and we gangbang
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| Where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways
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| Crangin niggas, police ass niggas call em ranger niggas
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| Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga
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| Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Feelin' good
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| Fuck 'em |