| Skrt, outwest shit, 290 shit nigga you know how we rocking nigga,
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| straight gang shit, get yo guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp shit
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| get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay
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| You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed
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| My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard
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| Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny
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| These bitches i got plenty, i already fucked too many
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| Baby, im a dope dealer, just let me know how many, im a young gorilla,
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| monkey up on my city
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| Chopper beat a nigga up, they’ll catch a uppercut, baby eat a nigga up,
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| she catch a nigga nut, she says she want a date, i wanna fuck her face
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| First i look you up, then i find your place
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| The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her, old school chevy,
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| big box motor
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| Lud foe take your bitch, he just my report, he say he don’t fuck with me and i
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| don’t even know him
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| Bailed out that van, michael bullets throwing
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| You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow
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| I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these mother |
| fuckers how to do it trill
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| We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills
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| Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill
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| Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps, selling rocks,
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| pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeezing triggers,
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| only lord knows, i did that alot
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| Fucking thots, all these hoes going, can’t tell me they not
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| Balmains filled with 50 g’s, bitch this shit cost, dripping sauce,
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| im big gucci boss, bitch im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up,
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| bitch we broke the knob off, young nigga i got mob ties, imma mob boss
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| Vicelord, gd’s, bd’s at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd’s dont get
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| wack now
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| Foenem pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out
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| Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out
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| Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then i ran out
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| Hit the block, so and guns, issa pass out
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| Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out
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| Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, i might pass out
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| I can’t wife a bitch i just sell the drinks, and i smash out |
| fam you laying on your chest with your back out
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| Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out
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| We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, GANG
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| We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house |