| KidWond3r, you made this beat? |
| dang
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| Gang, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga
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| I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, ayy
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| I’m that nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
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| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you
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| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you
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| I hang around wig splitters who gun bigger
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| That nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
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| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you
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| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you
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| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger
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| You see me in the club flexin', I bought all the ones
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| You ask marks, you YSN, we got all the guns
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| Fuck the plug, we rob him blind, we need all the funds
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| My bitch a drug trafficker, she make all the runs
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| That bitch ain’t bad then I won’t fuck her, she out of lucker
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| I know she plottin' on my duffle, I’m not a sucker
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| Put this dope right in my engine, it got the muscle
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| High speed, the police see us, they eat my dust up
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| Lethal weapon on me, Danny Glover, my chopper Russia
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| She got ass, get it from her mother, I serve her brother
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| Eight balls off white, 'cause I’m a hustler
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| My kilo saran-wrapped, my dope smothered
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| In my trap I take catnaps, I’m no sleeper
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| Nigga fuck your plug, shop with me, and get it cheaper
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| Smokin' on some potent reefer, you smoke sativa
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| Bitch I’m ballin', fuckin' on the cheerleaders
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| I’m that nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
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| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you
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| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you
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| I hang around wig splitters who gun bigger
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| That nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
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| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you
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| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you
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| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger
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| I’m that nigga that’ll make your life a decision, if I say, they hit you
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| You ain’t never think fo’nem was gon' get up with you, 'til the whip up itchin'
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| Wake up, reel a nigga, go fishin'
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| We gon' kill a nigga on prison
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| But we got on gloves and shit when we get at you
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| So ain’t gon' none of that shit be a mystery
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| On the block, 2010, we was hustlin', tastin' two
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| Yeah we was servin' that bitch like Mystikal
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| I was tryna tote that bitch like igloo
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| Ran up the sack and I bought a lil stick or two
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| Dope got the fiend eyes yellow like Pikachu
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| I ain’t gon' lie, I popped a perc and I’m itchin' too
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| Done fucked on all you lil niggas' bitches too
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| And we’ll shoot at all you niggas too
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| I’m that nigga, we been them niggas
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| Whack a nigga, roll that shit up, we finna get pit up
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| Big ass whips, we smokin' bumpers, used to be a swisher
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| You don’t wanna see mask hop out that Hummer
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| Everybody gon' miss you, now he just a picture
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| Hop don’t count, you was in the bounty, had to learn your literature
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| Your bitch was out here suckin' dick, she’s a tongue twister
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| Tryna give me the bad ring, I’m not the mister
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| Made her put everything in her name, and it’s mister tricked her
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| I’m that nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
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| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you
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| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you
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| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger
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| That nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
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| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you
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| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you
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| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger |