| Not with these knuckles, my chop uppercut ya
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| Know they were hatin', we make all the butter (I knew it)
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| We from the vague and we spank 'em with cutters
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| Hit a lil' ditty and say shit on my mama (On my mama)
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| Came on the jet, this a UFO shuttle
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| How could I switch on my gang like a bitch?
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| This the same brothers that gave me a fit
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| Kick down the door and I made it legit
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| Gotta stay down 'cause I ride with a stick
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| I am too rich to be caught in the mix
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| Forgi' lipstick, baby, blow 'em a kiss
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| Put on a fit, copy my drip
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| Thirty-round clip, Glock with the switch
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| Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag
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| Movin' this shit, ain’t packin' no bags (Move)
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| We rich, go back in your stash (Suu)
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| She thick, we smackin' her ass
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| Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin)
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| All of these stones could never be glass
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| I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt)
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| A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah
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| Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
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| Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
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| I’m smokin' a real one (Static is real)
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| I’m workin' a fool (Workin' a fool)
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| I’m grippin' my tool (Grippin')
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| Right when I dropped out of school (Fire)
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| And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
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| And his head ain’t tight with the screws
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| Huncho (Yeah), tighten up (Tighten up)
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| Steppin' out, niggas be bitin' us (Bitin')
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| Trappin' on the Can-Am Rykers (Trappin')
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| Your bitch OnlyFans, gon' swipe up (Swipe)
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| Young nigga get in there one time (Get in there)
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| Toss 'em a dime for the front line (Ten)
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| Them niggas killin' about mine (Blaow)
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| Like Claude and Ray, cross the gunline (Uh)
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| Nigga get packed up for cappin' out (Pop 'em out)
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| Nigga pulled up with the straps out (Strap out)
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| Where the white flag? |
| Go and tap out (Tappin' out)
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| It’s a bando, not a crack house (Bando)
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| Niggas be grouped out, phoned out (Groupie)
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| Nigga ain’t connected, he lacked out (Suu)
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| I’m well respected, throw your pass out (Go)
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| Niggas, they love me, then crash out (Uh)
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| We from the Nawfside (Nawf)
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| Niggas ain’t ever been small fries (No)
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| We on a jet, we be sky high (Jet)
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| Run up the check, got me so tired (Check)
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| Where the respect? |
| 'Cause I want mine (Respect)
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| Young nigga hungry, he gon' grind (Grind)
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| He got the fire in both eyes (Eyes)
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| What you gon' do with them dollar signs? |
| (What you gon' do?)
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| Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag
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| Movin' this shit, ain’t packin' no bags (Move)
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| We rich, go back in your stash (Suu)
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| She thick, we smackin' her ass
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| Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin)
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| All of these stones could never be glass
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| I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt)
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| A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah
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| Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
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| Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
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| I’m smokin' a real one (Static is real)
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| I’m workin' a fool (Workin' a fool)
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| I’m grippin' my tool (Grippin')
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| Right when I dropped out of school (Fire)
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| And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
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| And his head ain’t tight with the screws (Takeoff)
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| My dawg gon' shoot, called me and told me to turn on the news (Watch it)
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| When he get the drop, get popped, see red, I pay him in blues (Cash)
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| I send my jewels, I’ve been at the go, you pity the fool (Pity the fool)
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| You told, he went on the road, get put on a plate, he food (Food)
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| We live by the code, ain’t breakin' the rules
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| This codeine I sip get abused (Drank)
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| Perkys and Xanax a whole 'nother planet
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| You can’t walk a mile in my shoes (Nah)
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| Know we do damage with hammers and cannons (Brrt)
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| Hop out the coupe and they run and they panic (Run)
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| These niggas bitches, they need to wear panties (Bet)
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| Runnin' they pockets, we uppin' the ante (Up)
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| Too much money, can’t manage
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| We the ones gettin' all the money, can’t stand it (Can't stand it)
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| I remember trappin' out Cambridge
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| Now I put a Rolls in a big boy mansion (Mansion)
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| Thick ass, I bought her some candy
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| Got that lil' ho thinkin' that I’m romantic (Romantic)
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| They don’t know the answers (Nah)
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| They actin' like we ain’t the ones that stamped it (Go)
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| Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag
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| Movin' this shit, ain’t packin' no bags (Move)
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| We rich, go back in your stash (Suu)
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| She thick, we smackin' her ass
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| Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin)
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| All of these stones could never be glass
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| I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt)
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| A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah
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| Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
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| Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
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| I’m smokin' a real one (Static is real)
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| I’m workin' a fool (Workin' a fool)
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| I’m grippin' my tool (Grippin')
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| Right when I dropped out of school (Fire)
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| And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
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| And his head ain’t tight with the screws |