| Yeah
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| Who made this beat?
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| Twysted Genius, baby
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| Yeah
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| Six o’clock in the morning, nigga still gettin' it on
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| Love for the crack smoke, dope got the fiends
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| I been trappin' all damn night, not a cut in sight
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| Down to my last two bricks, but we gon' be alright
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| Water whip everything, I been sellin' chicken wings
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| Loot in the cut, you know we keep that blicky thang
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| Bowen Homes to the death of me, and that’s on everything
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| P.F.K. |
| is still the gang, we hit ya like ya hurricane
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| Took over Ocean Drive, Lil One had that bitch live
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| Troy had the other side, sold the chicken like its Popeyes
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| Bend the fork with the right, left lean the pot with the left
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| Add a little cold water, straight glass, I just blessed you
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| Trappin' ain’t dead, they scared, don’t know what they talkin' 'bout
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| My dawg doin' the fed, hold yeah, just know that you comin' out
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| Addies got me real geeked, havin' long nights, dawg
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| Twelve hit the block tryna chase some but we still gettin' loads
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| And my man called, said he got another load in
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| Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz
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| Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend
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| And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins
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| Cameras all on my spot, smooth, watchin' for the cops
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| Ridin' round, serving everybody, you know how we rock
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| Never lay where you put the work at
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| Them robbers try and merc that
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| I been geekin' all day, where the Percs at?
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| Yeah, I’m only stating facts and what’s real
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| Got my mama outta tears from me sellin' all them
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| And I ain’t open the whole thing since '14
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| Got my niggas off the floor for me, sellin' all this blow
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| Trappin' ain’t dead, they scared, don’t know what they talkin' 'bout
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| My dawg doin' the fed, hold yeah, just know that you comin' out
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| Addies got me real geeked, havin' long nights, dawg
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| Twelve hit the block tryna shake some but we still gettin' loads
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| And my man called, said he got another load in
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| Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz
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| Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend
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| And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins |