| Ayy
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| Ayy, ayy (Bitch)
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, ayy (Glock baby)
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| Bad ass kids, we was racin' with the streetlight (What?)
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| Brand new 'fit, got a Glock with the G Nikes (Skrrt)
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| Fresh white tee with a creased pair of Levis
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| Real ass Crip, I’ll never ever be slime (Hell nah)
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| Fake ass bitch, she’ll never ever be mine (Never that)
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| Cut a ho off, we don’t love these felines (No cap)
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| No conversation, he ain’t got a stick (What?)
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| If this get 'scalated, I’ma shoot mine quick (Baow)
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| Big four-five push through a nigga shit (Push it back)
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| Focused on the money, we ain’t beefin' 'bout a bitch (Hell nah, hell nah)
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| I’m a block baby with a six (What?)
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| I’m a cheat code, nigga, I’m a glitch (No cap)
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| Throw me in the game and I’m bound to get rich
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| Niggas turned ho, said, «Why them nigga switch?» |
| (Why?)
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| So many times a nigga could’ve been a lick (No cap)
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| I’ma wet a nigga up, leave his whole body drenched (Yeah)
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what? |
| (Ayy)
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what? |
| (Brr)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby (Glock baby, ayy)
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| Catch me on the block with some Grapes, Ten Trey
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| And you know a nigga Crip from the M to LA (Crip to LA)
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| Anywhere, any day, we gon' spray choppers
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| Come on ándale, we gon' put the nigga in the grave
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| Fuck what you talkin' 'bout
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| Walk up to 'em and walk 'em down (I did)
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| Airlift 'em up, ASR rifle (Ayy)
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| Hit 'em and air them out
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| Still on the block with the gang in this bitch
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| Got my flag on the left and I’m letting it hang (I'm letting it hang)
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| Draco bouncing to the right and to the left
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| I like the glizzy better 'cause I got aim
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| Shit-bag him up, bullets mark him up
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| He talkin' too much, I left me a stain (I left me a stain)
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| We ain’t doin' waddle-waddle, shooters full throttle
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| Bitch, you know we aim at your brain (We aim at your brain)
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
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| Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
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| Thirty-two shot, Glock baby (Glock baby)
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| Walk in the party, I just bought a stick (What?)
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| Got a new Glock to go with my new 'fit (New 'fit)
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| Niggas keep talking, I’m shooting this shit (Baow baow)
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| Fuck a post up, my nigga comin' right quick (No cap)
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| My niggas gon' jam a J special quick (J special)
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| Nigga keep talking, we come with them glicks (What?)
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| Roll, roll, roll, roll down the street (Ooh)
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| Got me a chop and a .223 (Ooh)
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| F&N's coming, they blowin' his feet
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| No, blowin' his head 'cause I’m aimin' for teeth (No cap)
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| Nigga, what’s up? |
| I’m gon' aim for the cheeks (Yeah)
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| Ooh, big smoke, ayy
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| Big dope smoke and I got it in the back
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| Brother told me go get me a rack (Go get it)
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| So I went and got a pack and I made it right back
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| Had to make this shit double 'cause I got it like that, what?
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| I got the dope in the kitchen (No cap)
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| My niggas just wanna get millions, ayy
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| They see a young nigga gon' make it (No cap)
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| So they feelin' like they can go get it, ayy
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| My brother in the ground, nigga, skeleton and bones
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| And my uncle doing life, he ain’t never comin' home (No cap)
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| This shit really crazy, couldn’t feel 'em, gettin' stoned
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| And these niggas don’t know 'cause my mind really gone |