| All my niggas clutchin'
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| All my niggas two cuppin'
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| All my niggas rap and' Trap, they all got two phone numbers
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| Real one since day one, and all my niggas could vouch for me
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| None of my niggas lackin' Mac, and all my niggas countin' money
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| Yeah, pull up, banger on me
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| Bad bitch faintin' on me
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| The purple drank stankin' on me
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| Don’t wake me up, just put a blanket on me
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| Thank yo homie, but I ain’t yo homie
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| Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me
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| All about the Ben Franklins homie, bitch can’t even get an Abe Lincoln from me
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| Thankin' normally, I ain’t thankin' normally
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| From New Orleans, guns bangin', homie
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| These lil' niggas is retarded, puttin' testimony over sanctimony
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| All these niggas tryna sank the homie
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| Bitches tryna put gangster on me
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| Feds tryna put sanctions on me, doctor tryna do maintenance on me
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| Guess that’s why I take meds on 'em, pop and sip and go ta' bed on 'em
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| New Ferrari, no head on it, nice new carpet, you bled on it
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| These new artists no competition
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| Top of the charts, no top of the menu
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| That ain’t art, nigga, drop the pencil
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| She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol
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| But I drop the clip, and pull out a new clip
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| I’m not bout that lip, bap-bap, nobody exempt
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| And you see the flag, it’s red as a bitch
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| You see the swag, I’m wavy and lit
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| My pops had 'em bricks, yeah, brick wall
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| My slime got the sticks, and I can do tricks, yeah
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| Skateboard and my lil boo mix
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| Yeah, just met her dad, gave her mom a kiss
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| When she turned her back, I holla’d at sis, yeah
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| Watch out lil' bro, I fly G4
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| My slimes are brazy, I used to talk to the globe
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| I tell that it’s mine, I tell her one day you be mine
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| I tell her from page you be mine, I was locked up, I stayed for that nine
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| You know I’m comin' straight off the top
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| She knew I cum on her Haulter top
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| She know I don’t want no five children
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| I’m not a player, I just fuck a lot
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| Bitch, is you dykin' or not?
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| These niggas is wifin' the thots
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| I still got some white in my sock, it’s white as my sock, they’re white and all
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| snot
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| I know I can beat everybody, so I prepared for everybody
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| We wavin' that thing at your body, we cravin' to catch us a body!
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| Look at the watch on my friend, say hello to my lil' friend!
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| My chopper due any day now, bap-bap, that bitch just had «twins», Lord!
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| You run your mouth like a marathon, I just run out of them Styrofoams
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| The Cialis gave me testosterone, now she got her legs on my collarbone
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| All on my neck like a herringbone
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| I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone
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| I had to sit down with Tity Boi, and told him how I’ma just kill his song
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| It’s not a remix, it’s just me, my comeback and shit
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| I just unwrapped a brick, put it on the scale, it come back thirty six
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| It come back thirty six, and that’s when we whip, we master the wrist
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| Then that’s when it flip, then after it flip, that’s when it flip
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| You know what it’s like when the feeling gone, I know what that’s like when the
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| ceiling gone
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| I know what that’s like when the ceiling gone
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| I know what that’s like when the ceiling gone
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| One time, baby
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| My partner got hitched, no influence on me, yeah, no influence
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| I don’t know my dad, and my mamma is rich
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| You see the red flag, but my partner a Crip
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| Damn! |
| Watch that lil' ho, pew! |
| I fly G4
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| Uh, you got jet lag stuck at the airport, damn
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| I’m in that LA stuntin' on mad hoes
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| Stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy’s, them Jeremy Scott’s and Shelltoes, okay
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| I think I’ma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that, yeah
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| No ceilings! |