| Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
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| Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
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| Ayy, where you get that beat from? |
| Mooktoven
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| Yeah
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| Hood Baby, let’s go
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| Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
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| Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)
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| Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim
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| Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| Uh, uh, uh, my skinny jeans got the mumps (Woo)
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| Pullin' up Draco, chopper like a stump (Draco)
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| Yeah we pullin' up draco, put 'em in the trunk
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| Call Stick Baby up, he shootin' shit just for fun (Let's go)
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| Bitch tryna roll my weed, ho go’n on
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| What the fuck you in the trap for, you don’t whip that bowl? |
| (Fuck you doin'?)
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| Pullin' up Aventador, suicide doors
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| She seen I was a big dog, I got her out her clothes
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| And we ain’t shoot no one (Uh-uh)
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| All I see is blue cheese wrapped up in my palms (Racks)
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| Got a forty, not a pump
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| Smokin' backwood full of skunk
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| Got the stick in front, not the trunk (Let's go)
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| Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
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| Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)
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| Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim
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| Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| Nah, I don’t do no playin' with 'em
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| Catch us a hot box and we do the numbers
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| I had that ho suck me, yeah she said it was an honor (Slurp)
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| I might didn’t graduate, but I still count them commas (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| Pocket lookin' extra cheesy, ain’t talkin' lasagna (Racks)
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| Diamonds on my siblings, diamonds on my mama (Woo)
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| I’m drip or drown, good morning
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| Glock in my tight, lil' nigga, it’ll be a bloody summer
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| Me and XX slime his grandmama out, yeah, for the commas (Chapo)
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| Back then I was gettin' some racks in, yeah, yeah
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| Don’t play with me, it be a tragic (Play with me)
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| Big gats, yeah, and black Caddy’s
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| Disappear, pussy nigga, I ain’t talkin' magic
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| Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
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| Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)
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| Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim
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| Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |