| Called it freestyle, but this ain’t no freestyle
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| Shit so fire, had to write this shit down
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| I’m a real nigga, I won’t do my niggas foul
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| I might take yo shit, I’m a walking lost and found
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| Driving down ya block bitch, I’m rocking gold and black
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| You ain’t from the hood, I just seen your cul-de-sac
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| Pistol turn a nigga from a human to a stat
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| You saying that you bang, pussy lemme see you stack
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| I don’t fuck with niggas
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| by the way they like to act
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| Heard that nigga mad, I got a plan of attack
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| Extort him for his chain he won’t ever get back
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| Last nigga tried me, he ain’t never come back
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| West palm beach Okeechobee to the ocean
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| South Florida boy, real niggas stay in motion
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| Fuck the president that’s why I never even voted
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| I just fucked a bitch and then I got her ass deported
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| Oh, that’s yo' bitch? |
| Please don’t even get me started
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| Bitch I’m from the south I will take ya' credit card
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| Buy a fit today you’ll probably find out tomorrow
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| Swipe, swipe, swipe, it ain’t really that hard
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| Called it freestyle, but this ain’t no freestyle
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| Shit so fire, had to write this shit down
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| I’m a real nigga, I won’t do my niggas foul
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| I might take yo shit, I’m a walking lost and found
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| And my dick harder than a rock, I am Pantera
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| Bitch I’m rocking out, I think I’m Carlos Santana
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| Had a show in Florida, next day sold out in Atlanta
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| And my money blue like I’m rocking double denim
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| Got a little Cuban and that lil' bitch from Havana
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| Me and speedy trained her, she a thot, we got no manners
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| Once I’m done fuckin' I’mma disappear like Santa
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| Bitch I’m from the beach, I just fucked a bitch from Tampa, nigga
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| Bitch, I love flexing
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| And I’m at ya' throat like a mothafuckin' necklace
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| I just hit a lick 'cus I had to get that check in
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| If he talking down, he can talk to Smith and Wesson
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| Speedy in the cut, he on go just to slide
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| Heard these niggas mad, when I pull up then they hide
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| Nigga, I’m the reaper and I’m creeping through the night
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| Pull up to my house and you ain’t coming out alive |