| Fuck a lil' freaky bitch at the trap
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| Last night I blew that nigga off the map (I did)
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| Pull up on him with that gat, this bitch black
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| Ridin' around with that chopper, you’ll get smacked
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| And I’m with them killers 'round me right now, where you at?
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| I’m ready to pull up on you, get you wet
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| Ready for the bitch to come throw the neck
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| I done had a long day, I’m geeked on Percocet
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| I smoke big blunts just to ease my mind
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| Keep that fire, yeah, that bitch on my side
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| You play with me, nigga, you know you gon' die
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| I sip on the drank just to close my eyes
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| I’m geeked like a junkie, I’m always chasin' high
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| I be geekin', nigga, I wouldn’t ask me why
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| Sippin' drank, slow motion, stayin' high
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| Just like the cloud, I want to be in the sky
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| Just like the O’s I blow up in the sky
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| Fuck all these hoes, you know I love a thot
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| Hit her one time and you know that I kick her out
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| Let up these doors, man, you know that bitch butterfly
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| Then I smash off on that bitch, tell her next time
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| She say, «Why you fuck me like that, do you love me?»
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| I tell her, «I love pussy, I love money»
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| You know I get that money, baby
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| And I got you goin' crazy
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| Fuck a lil' freaky bitch at the trap
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| Last night I blew that nigga off the map
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| Pull up on him with that gat, this bitch black
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| Ridin' around with that chopper, you’ll get smacked
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| And I’m with them killers 'round me right now, where you at?
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| I’m ready to pull up on you, get you wet
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| Ready for the bitch to come throw the neck
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| I done had a long day, I’m geeked on Percocet
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| You can’t come around me if you ain’t trying to work, nigga
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| I remember I was pullin' twerks, nigga
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| Pull up on 'em with that seven-six-deuce (Stick Gang)
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| Pull up on you and them shits flyin' right by you
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| Bad bitch, jungle cat eyes, she from the bayou
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| I’ma fuck that bitch then I pass her 'round the fuckin' crew
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| Bad white bitch, think that ho said she go to BYU
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| I know all these niggas talkin' 'bout YL wanna be like him
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| Nigga, can’t even do that shit, I was born with that shit, get hit
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| My young niggas pull up with sticks
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| They clutchin' that shit, you niggas get dipped
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| Hundred round on this motherfucker and I’m bustin' niggas off the rip
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| Have them young niggas waitin' on you when you touch, you get stripped
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| Fuck a lil' freaky bitch at the trap
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| Last night I blew that nigga off the map
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| Pull up on him with that gat, this bitch black
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| Ridin' around with that chopper, you’ll get smacked
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| And I’m with them killers 'round me right now, where you at?
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| I’m ready to pull up on you, get you wet
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| Ready for the bitch to come throw the neck
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| I done had a long day, I’m geeked on Percocet |