| Let’s go, let’s go
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| Come on, lil' nigga, let’s go
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| Ready for war
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| Mask down, kick in his door
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| Got choppas galore
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| When we sendin', we spinnin', opps drop to the floor
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| Diamonds dancin'
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| You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer
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| Molly poppin', enhancement
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| Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion
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| Throw it back, she know I like that
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| Give her the dick, lights out, yeah, I know how to pipe that
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| Bitch hit my phone and she ain’t get it right back
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| Opps hit, you know we strike back
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| Accessories, weapons
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| Ski walk down, teach a nigga a lesson
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| Snd him up, blessings
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| Hit him up right with that Glock, FN or the Wesson
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| Shak it up, ass
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| Tool hit the lights, woo-woo, gas
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| All the bitches wan' fuck on the niggas with cash
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| But the bitches act like they don’t remember the past
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| Put a stick on him, now that boy lookin' like Flash
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| On the first of the month, I pull up on the stash
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| You can play if you want, but your shit gettin' smashed
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| Count it up, you know this shit comin' fast
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| Fuck it up, get litty
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| Fuck it up, wait
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| Fuck it up, get litty
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| Fuck it up, hoe, wait
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| Fuck it up, get litty
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| Fuck it up, wait
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| Fuck it up, get litty
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| Woo
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| Ready for war
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| Mask down, kick in his door
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| Got choppas galore
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| When we sendin', we spinnin', opps drop to the floor
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| Diamonds dancin'
|
| You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer
|
| Molly poppin', enhancement
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| Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion
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| Fuck it up, fuck it up
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| Them niggas know they can’t fuck with us
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| I’m a trouble maker, turnin' the trouble up
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| I put some dots on his chest like a button-up
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| Angels on 81st, turnin' the summer up
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| Said you get money, you dumb or what?
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| Way too official so I cannot fall in love
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| I get the pussy, I’m done with her
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| I got a .223
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| I make a movie scene, I’ll take his jewelry
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| Really ain’t shit they could do with me
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| My cougar bitch told me ain’t nobody cute as me
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| I got a new chop', FN
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| Baby, them diamonds dancin'
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| She had a man, she left him
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| I hit her and her best friend
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| Look, I call up Thrasher, I bet he gon' dump him off
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| I’m in D.C. and I’m ballin' with MoneyMarr, uh
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| I don’t want no funny, bruh
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| If she ain’t 'bout her money, cut her off
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| I call up Thrasher, I bet he gon' dump him off
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| I’m in D.C. and I’m ballin' with MoneyMarr, uh
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| I don’t want no funny, bruh
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| If she ain’t 'bout her money, cut her off
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| Ready for war
|
| Mask down, kick in his door
|
| Got choppas galore
|
| When we sendin', we spinnin', opps drop to the floor
|
| Diamonds dancin'
|
| You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer
|
| Molly poppin', enhancement
|
| Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion
|
| Throw it back, she know I like that
|
| Give her the dick, lights out, yeah, I know how to pipe that
|
| Bitch hit my phone and she ain’t get it right back
|
| Opps hit, you know we strike back
|
| Accessories, weapons
|
| Ski walk down, teach a nigga a lesson
|
| Send him up, blessings
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| Hit him up right with that Glock, FN or the Wesson |