| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12
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| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail
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| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap
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| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap
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| Fuck it, I need all the profit, bitch eat up the lingo, you learnin' the
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| language
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| My auntie told me that I’m next, ain’t no way I can fall so you know I’ma claim
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| it
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| I got this shit out the mud, I wasn’t askin' for help, got this shit on my own
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| These labels keep throwin' me deals but it won’t be a problem 'cause I’m in my
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| zone, yeah
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| Soldier gon' eat up the beat while I"m smokin a 'Wood, put that bitch in my
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| face, yeah
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| Niggas be pussy for real and he said it was up so I caught me a case, yeah
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| I’ma go bust me a move dawg, I’m feelin' like fuck it, I really don’t care, yeah
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| I’m feelin' like Al Capone, bitch if you want smoke then put it in the air, yeah
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| I’m kickin' big shit with the smokers, I’m out in your city if you lookin' for
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| me, yeah
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| I’ma pull up with the Glock-24 and I’m clutchin' that bitch like I’m Kobe
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| Thirty shots, bitch I’m feelin' like Curry, yeah
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| I’m in LA like I’m Worthy, yeah
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| I had to quit fuckin' with niggas
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| 'Cause niggas be fake and these niggas be dirty (Damn)
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| I been in this shit for some years (Okay)
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| I do not vibe with queers (For real)
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| I’ma roll up me a blunt, me and bruh in the city and we changin' gears, fuck it
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| Trap it out, bitch 'cause I need it (Yeah)
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| I gotta take care of my people (Yeah)
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| I’m movin' big shit out the house
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| Got them folks lookin' for me, they think it’s illegal, yeah
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| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12
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| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail
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| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap
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| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap
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| We get the pack through the mail
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| Pull up at the trap, we stay catchin' them sales
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| Scopin' the block, gotta watch out for 12
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| Shit get hot, know the feds on my trail
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| Real gas pack, can’t get rid of the smell
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| Bitch niggas rat, yeah they be quick to tell
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| Pussy you play, you get hit with some shells
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| I come out on top, no this shit never fail
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| Had to get back on my feet when I fell
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| Stand on they chest, I be givin' 'em hell
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| This for my niggas who locked in that cell
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| I can eyeball, I don’t need no scale
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| Sippin' on mud, movin' slow like a snail
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| High as a bitch, right now I can’t spell
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| Boy you a bitch, go polish your nails
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| Get slapped in your shit, in my face tryna yell
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| Fuck 'em, they say they ain’t doin' no talkin'
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| I hope they know all my niggas some shottas
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| Pull up on my block, we gon' load up them choppers
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| Let go at your top, aimin' straight for your collar
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| We come and see 'bout you since you got a problem
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| Get to the bag, fell in love with them dollars
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| Young street nigga, sue all of my rastas
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| These hoes gon' be hoes, ain’t no way you can stop 'em, yeah
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| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12
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| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail
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| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap
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| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap
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| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12
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| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail
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| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap
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| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap |