| Don't worry 'bout the Honda Civic |
| Nigga, mind ya bidness |
| You wasn't on the line of scrimmage when we broke the huddle |
| The way the game was set up for us, we can't help but fumble |
| Can't escape the jungle |
| Finally got the pape to double, then we triple-doubled |
| She prostitutin', we's a distant couple |
| Attachments on it got the blickie muffled |
| Watch how it come when you commit to hustle |
| Fill up the duffle, tell the plug we'll be there in thirty |
| 2012, we was sharin' .30s |
| Before the Drakes and baby A's, the homies carried 30 |
| Bled the block when you was scared to work it |
| The trophies on me like a pair of birdies |
| Ya heard me? (Yeah) |
| It's like 40k a pendant, simple mathematics |
| Chasin' bitches ain't my thing, I'm very asthmatic |
| Left the hood and doubled back and got it back brackin' |
| Rap cappin' like you active but I'll lack status |
| We the ones do all the last laughin' |
| Ah |
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| Yeah, we outside wit' them wallies |
| Whatever pill that I just popped got me outside of my body |
| How you think we got the drop? I get along wit' them thotties |
| Got 'eem |
| You know the game, kamikaze about the Mozzy |
| Yeah, we outside wit' them wallies |
| Whatever pill that I just popped got me outside of my body |
| How you think we got the drop? I get along wit' them thotties |
| Got 'eem |
| You know the game, kamikaze |
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| You know we richer than we 'posed to be (Yeah) |
| Da overseer of the trenches boolin' overseas |
| She forked it over, then she fed, she don't belong to me |
| I cross my heart and hope to die, you got my soul to keep if I ain't thorough |
| Level four took him on tour, he got to see the world |
| I need 100 M's and countin' 'fore I leave the world |
| Ain't neva did no bidness witchu, I'ma need referrals |
| If we gon' keep it frank |
| You needa guala to go to war, and I'll deplete the bank |
| I let her put on all my pieces since she think it's fake |
| Even the sucka charm |
| He suicidal, used to watch my nigga cut his arm |
| We hoppin' out before he cut the car |
| Risk everythang when it come to ours |
| We droppin' double digits on 'em out this Double R |
| We in a Range Rover |
| Stand on demon time as youngins when he came over |
| That's my nigga fourth |
| I'm finna flex it like it's mine, but it's my bitch's Porsche |
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| Yeah, we outside wit' them wallies |
| Whatever pill that I just popped got me outside of my body |
| How you think we got the drop? I get along wit' them thotties |
| Got 'eem |
| You know the game, kamikaze about the Mozzy |
| Yeah, we outside wit' them wallies |
| Whatever pill that I just popped got me outside of my body |
| How you think we got the drop? I get along wit' them thotties |
| Got 'eem |
| You know the game, kamikaze about the Mozzy |
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