| This my ambitions as a rider
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| She wanna have my baby she told me to cum inside
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| That hoe must be crazy
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| Strapped up like the Navy
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| This a chopper, this ain’t no.380
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| I was born in the '90s but they thought I was born in the '80s
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| Bitch I got the down home blues, all this blue cheese
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| Can’t fit in my jeans, I’m surrounded by killers and thieves
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| Your bitch on her knees now they ashy
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| A nigga broke, he can’t afford no feature then don’t ask me
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| My niggas, grimy, tuck your chain and fuck around and snatch it
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| Bitch we leave a dread head bald, chopper bullets patch it
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| At your funeral can’t see your face because the closed casket
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| And I’m leaving with the whole mall like I just got my taxes
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| My new car give you the ugly face like you eat sour patches
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| We can’t find his ass, he was hiding, so we took it out on his rapping
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| Bitch on fleek like the manikin ban that cheap shit you tacky
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| That Boy gon' fold, get in that hole, I know he gon' panic
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| I hit your ass with these big old.45 bullets
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| You bleeding, you can’t breathe, trigger squeeze |
| Automatic.40s, I wish a nigga pull it
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| So I could show him I’m not pussy
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| Chopper knock a nigga out cold
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| Landed Micheal Watson fight all my battles bitch
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| Think don’t think I’m talking about no boxing
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| Sit back and watch me
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| Cause you can’t stop me
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| Bitch I’m the trending topic
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| She suck it sloppy
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| That bitch a fool, I love the way she top me
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| Feeling like Rocky, beat up my trap cause I need every profit
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| So what you need nigga? |
| Want paraphernalia, come and cop it
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| Went to school with the rocket, kept that bitch up in my pocket
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| I pistol whip the back of your head, knock ya eye out the socket
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| I’ll knock your ass out the picture nigga and I ain’t have to crop it
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| Gang, you know we don’t squash shit
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| So nigga don’t start shit
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| Get a brick of that soft, get a QP of that hot shit
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| I’m tryna be cool
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| So I’m toting on this Tec with the cooler kit
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| Like Tajj Gibson me and my niggas be on that bullshit
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| Roll off the hip I up this bitch and hand you a full clip
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| Who wanna race? |
| My car so fast it might do a full flip |
| Got to get to these chips, got my own cheese, now I can double dip
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| I just drunk a fifth but I’m probably gon' take another sip
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| Said she wanna see me but I probably link with another bitch
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| I just robbed that nigga on my way to go hit another lick
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| He was sneak dissing, pulled up with choppers, took a fronta shit
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| Niggas yell out they real but don’t be on no 100 shit
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| Aye pussy niggas know we got the heaters when we slide
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| Pussy nigga, you gon' fuck around, need Jesus on your side
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| We ran up in a nigga house and his old lady was inside
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| Only reason we ain’t flame it up, some babies up inside
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| I lose my mind when I pop pills and I get crazy up inside
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| Thought he was a hot nigga till I put that laser on his ass
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| Left his ass in shock like I used my bitch taser on his ass
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| I get so high, get on 290 and just ride
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| Don’t lose your life over your pride
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| If you want war with me just go out of town if you gon' hide
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| Look him in his eyes
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| That nigga had cried before he died
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| You better go and buy you a pistol nigga before you try |
| Niggas say they with you but hesitate when it’s time to slide
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| Them niggas get quiet
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| Make me mad, I bring out my mask and get on your ass
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| This bitch fast, I’m hitting the gas, my engine in the ass
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| We beat your ass up in the club now we waiting outside
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| You got fo nem on your ass, boy your ass better not come outside
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| Pockets swole, shit can’t even fold, my shit overload
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| Fucking hoes, tell her try my throat, tell her swing my door
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| Be my maid, bitch come clean my house, bitch come sweep the floor
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| Be my slave, he acting so brave, bullets hit his chest
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| Leave a cage
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| Selling so much yay, you would think it was back in the day
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| Give me a 6 Trey, whip my wrist like it was a slave
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| You know I’m a dog, she a dog, I bought her a cage
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| She won’t leave me alone, stalk my phone, she watching my page
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| Most my niggas gone, can’t come home cause they fighting the case
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| Book me for a show, see my check, I banked it with Chase
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| She told me she gay, fucked her and her friend yesterday
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| But these bitches can’t stay
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| Open the door, send 'em away |
| You should be ashamed, you too old for subliminal games
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| Robbed so many niggas, all I knew bout was hitting a stain
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| Fuck this twitter beef, load up the pistols and kill ya today
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| If he fuck with me, that’s why he got killers all in his face
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| You know that I sell dope, that nigga broke on minimum wage
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| This bitch call me bae, that’s the stupid shit she could say
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| Get in my lane and get ranned over in my Chevrolet
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| 26's, blow kisses, Forgiatos, and candy paint
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| Niggas diss on the internet but see me and turn they face
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| I just bought a new chopper, that’s my babe
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| We on a date
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| These niggas last but I came in first place
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| Didn’t even race
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| Gang, skrt, gang. |
| You know I’m rocking nigga bitch. |
| Get your guns up,
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| get your funds up. |
| You on that opp shit get mop sticked bitch. |
| Straight gang
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| shit, hey slide in 'em, ride in 'em |