| We don’t like talkin' to strangers
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| Doors off, I’ll rip you out that bum ass Wrangler
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| Coney Island, watch the mayor work
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| Open my Rollie box
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| The only time you’ll see my name on paperwork
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| I did a punk-ass one to four
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| Came home, pumpin' raw
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| Run in the crib like fuck a door
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| My right hook’ll probably slump your jaw
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| Condoms in my pocket, but I still fucked her raw
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| You know the vibes
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| They switch sides, but I’m not surprised (Never)
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| 'Cause I never asked for help when it’s time to ride
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| I watched my friends die, became dead inside
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| So you can swallow these bullets or swallow your pride
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| In my ride, I got merch and a semi-automatic
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| And I stay by my product like a bag of Blue Magic
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| So keep your punk-ass in the house, rookie
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| Before I smack a pint of lean out your mouth, pussy
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| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it
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| You don’t ever get to think twice on it
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| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it
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| Everything in life got a price on it
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| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it
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| You don’t ever get to think twice on it
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| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it
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| Everything in life got a price on it
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| All of my dawgs post pics, no captions on 'em
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| There’s no cappin' on 'em, they all got ratchets on 'em
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| My man made a fake gram as a chick
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| She gamed somebody for a brick (Ha ha)
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| He did the catfish on 'em
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| There’s thieves dead upstairs, throw a mattress on 'em
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| The Fetty Wap gets 'em dropped, closed casket on 'em
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| There’s fake pages on the post writin' ratshit on 'em
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| I’ll flip the switch to get fully-automatics on 'em
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| Headshot, wig shot, dome work
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| I just gave my young boy a ruler, you was homework
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| Met him on a cell block, two out of five phones work
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| Now he got a pill press, homie makes his own percs
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| See, my dawgs five deep strapped in that minivan
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| When you sell a lot of meth, you got a lot of skinny friends
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| Caught up, who’s talkin' on the internet?
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| He caught a lot of Timberlands
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| Oh, you still serving, dude?
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| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it
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| You don’t ever get to think twice on it
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| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it
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| Everything in life got a price on it
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| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it
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| You don’t ever get to think twice on it
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| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it
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| Everything in life got a price on it |