| Ayy, smoked too much gelato, now this shit, it got me trippin', ayy
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| Choppa on my waist, in case you wonder why I’m limpin', ayy
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| Blue hundreds, like I’m crippin', ayy
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| Choppa got extensions, ayy
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| Clutchin' on a Glock, and bitch my trigger finger itchin', ayy
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| Ridin' with the K, play tough, you become a date
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| Workin' white, like Mary Kate
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| Wop still trap out section 8
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| Choppa beat, like 808
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| It ain’t no face so ain’t no case
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| Fuck these niggas cause they hate
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| Button up your block and jump the gate
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| 'Til the other day, I ain’t have to use the K
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| But I used the Mac 11, killed a nigga anyway
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| Poppin' all these percocets, I just might OD any day
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| I got all these hundreds in my pockets, bust a jugg like every day
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| Fucked your bitch in every way
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| Bitch fuck you and what you say
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| Choppa is my only friend, like Chucky, bitch, you wanna play?
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| I named it «Arnold Schwarzenater» cause this bitch gon' terminate
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| He cough up blood, regurgitate
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| Pull up, we exterminate
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| Boy, you just a fake ass nigga, actin', yeah, I know you hate
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| I just hopped out the Gucci store and then I hopped right in the Wraith
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| Damn, should’ve seen these fakes
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| Damn, why these niggas hate?
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| Worry 'bout what Wopster doin', need to go and get some cake
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| 'Til the other day, I ain’t have to use the K
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| But I used the Mac 11, killed a nigga anyway
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| Poppin' all these percocets, I just might OD any day
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| I got all these hundreds in my pockets, bust a jugg like every day |