| Spank on the beat
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| Gang, out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I’m rockin' nigga
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| No Hooks Part 2, bitch, get your guns up, get your funds up
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| You on that opp shit, get mop stick, aye
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| Pulled up in a 'vert, hop out with no shirt, aye, aye
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| Pulled up in a 'vette, hop out with a 'vette, aye, aye
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| Water on my wrist, water on my neck, aye
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| Paint wet, like my car just left the laundromat, aye, aye
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| Click clack, lease don’t party whack
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| I got X pills, this a party pack
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| When these hoes see me they have heart attacks
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| Star like Emmit, but I ain’t no running back
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| Just throw the pussy at me, I’m gon' punish that
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| Riding with this MAC, yeah, it’s black like Bernie Mac
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| We ride foreigns, you ride Pontiac
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| You drink Vodka, we sip Cognac
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| Smoke OG like I got cataracts
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| Might OD or have a asthma attack
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| I fuck foreign hoes, you fuck alley rats
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| Parallel park, foreign cars come back to back
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| Run up on me you know what happens after that
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| I rock Gucci, you rock, aye
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| Pull up with your bitch, scratch her off the list, aye, aye |
| Bankroll so big, I can’t make a fist, aye, aye
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| Fill a hoe with Remy till she gotta take a piss, aye (shit)
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| Niggas scared to see me, so they gotta make a diss, aye
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| If you want the money, you might have to take a risk, aye
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| Pussy wet like water, got me feeling like a fish
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| My homie hit your hoe, I got next on her neck
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| Already caught your homie, you got next on this TEC
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| Put revolver to your head, let’s play Russian Roulette
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| Bitch, I am the plug, better yet, the connect
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| All this fucking money on me got my pockets on fat
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| Pussy nigga, if you gangbang, then throw up your set
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| Free my niggas out the chain gang, got me upset
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| You can go and ask anybody if they know me
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| Grew up 'round some real niggas, and they coached me
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| Better go and get the steel before you approach me
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| Dressed like a dope dealer, looking like a whole key
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| TEC-9 with the shoe strings, too big for my jeans
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| She keep yelling, she in love, I don’t know what that means
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| Listen, lil lady, I’m too big for your motherfucking dreams
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| Can’t sleep in my trap, take cat naps, and wake up to fiends |
| I get the blender, get the, then I check the degrees
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| She on her knees, got her yelling, «Please, give it to me»
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| But if they catch it, baby girl, you ain’t get it from me
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| Nigga, I can’t show you no love, it wasn’t given to me
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| Can’t be your boyfriend, bitch, don’t catch no feelings for me
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| Last nigga wanted beef, he deceased, resting in peace
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| I got my dog off the leash, aye, look, bitch, I’m a beast
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| Bitch, I tote a iron in these streets, I give you a crease
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| We pull on your block with no heat, stop popping like grease
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| The murder rate’s gonna increase, we not squashing no beef
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| Your bitch a freak, wet like the sea, soak up the sheets
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| My clip hold 50, you and your homie get 25 a piece
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| While you standing in the club line, we walking past you
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| Look, baby, why you say your name? |
| I never asked you
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| And if you is a bad bitch, I probably smashed you
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| A lot of niggas spit game, I never had to
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| Bling, bling, my jewellery looking like some ice water
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| Sitting on some water, floating with somebody daughter
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| I already had like 40 points in the first quarter |
| I’m in the AA Audi like the movie Transporter
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| I ain’t thinking 'bout no hoes 'cause I fuck 'em and get rid of those
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| Call 'em throwaways 'cause we use them and get rid of those
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| Chevy sitting on 4s, Forgiatos, yeah, they pigeon toes
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| You play with your nose, all those blows, I get rid of those
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| I walk inside the club, I’m iced up, nigga
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| Security already know we piped up, nigga
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| You mug in this bitch, you get your life took, nigga
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| Leave my clip zero like Westbrook, nigga
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| Gang
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| Gang, gang, gang |