| I’m sayin that you don’t even fuck with me though
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| Gotta chase the dough
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| Got a case full of dough
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| Feel like I’m stuck in the mix, maze
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| I don’t know where to go (I don’t know where to go)
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| I was just thinkin bout the gwala
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| Fuck nigga you can do what you wanna
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| I ain’t from out-west but I’ma cut up
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| Dumb thot on my line say I’m stuck up
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| Fuck boy ain’t never shot a gun off
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| If I fronted you some work you would run off
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| Your bitch tryna suck me I’m like come on
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| Hundred yard dash to the cash yeah I run off
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| You tryna fuck with me I’m like fuck off
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| Your bitch hit my line I’m tryna fuck on her
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| And I’m stay down till I come up
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| I’ma stay down till I’m up
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| I’m the shit I ain’t never had to flush
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| I’m a dog I ain’t talkin bout a mut
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| Fuckin hoes like I’m magic in the clutch
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| See twelve then I gotta skrt-t-skrt
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| Run bales yeah they see me through the town
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| Lowkey like I live underground
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| Leonardo roll another pound
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| Silencer on the blick no sound
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| Tryna ball get ripped out of bounds
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| Get caught up I can’t make a sound |
| Blue bumma gang we’ll hunt you down
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| I’m stuck I wanted to travel
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| Me and bro in the i8 and it got handles
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| Glock in the foreign
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| Rambo in a lambo
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| Fucked this bitch in some Gucci flip-flops
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| You wearin sandals
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| Tryna glow on the g-l-o you damn wrong
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| Bandana boys
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| Cap or die
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| Blood gang, cap gang |