| Wop
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| Ear Drummers
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| Mike WiLL Made-It
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| Gi-gimme some space
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| Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
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| I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank (rich nigga)
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| Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint
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| This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
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| This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
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| This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
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| These pills got me feelin' like Neo (wavy)
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| And this freak in my ear tryna go (skrrt)
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| I-I'll turn your crib to a hoe house (huh)
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| I’m a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out (leggo)
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| Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out (drank)
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| Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'
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| Holding onto na-na-nah
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| Hoping they come to life
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| 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
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| Poured our first perfect pints
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| Really wanna know
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| Hoping they come to life
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| 'Cause right there on the stairs is where
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| We poured our first perfect pints
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| (It's Gucci!)
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| I’m in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
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| You know the clean lean jump like trampoline
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| Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
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| I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. |
| King
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| Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
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| Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
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| They were screamin', «Free Gucci», but now that Guwop’s free
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| Blue cheese, no ranch, hunduns on me
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| Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
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| Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
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| Now I’m back on top like I’m 'posed to be
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| But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
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| Holding onto na-na-nah
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| Hoping they come to life
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| 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
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| Poured our first perfect pints
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| Kung Fu Kenny, look look
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| Who the fuck you talkin' to? |
| You mainey (you mainey)
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| Salute me when I’m walkin' through, you ain’t me (you ain’t me)
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| Everything I do is with the extras (extras)
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| Flip me couple million for investments
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| And my hood love me unconditional
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| Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
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| This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
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| They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
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| R.I.P. |
| to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin'
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| VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list
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| I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
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| I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
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| 2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
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| I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (bigger ring)
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| Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
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| Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
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| Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
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| Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
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| Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
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| Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy
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| Holding onto memories
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| Tossing turning all night (yeah, yeah)
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| Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
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| I be rollin' every time that I arrive |