| Hey
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| Hey, yeah
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| (That shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
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| It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy)
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| Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy)
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| Promethazine on ice (Ayy)
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| She fuckin', she don’t think twice (Ayy)
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| Rap nigga, still hang around robbers (Ayy)
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| Rap nigga, still hang around choppers (Ayy)
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| Send him to the grave, we won’t let him see the doctor (Ayy)
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| If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners (Ayy)
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| Flood my wrist with water, hope my Rolex don’t drown
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| Old bitches who dogged me, know they hate to see me now, yeah (Ayy)
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| The same nigga just got a bigger bag (Ayy)
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| The same nigga, just a little bit madder (Ayy)
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| Oil on me, I’m the hood pastor (Ayy)
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| I coulda ran it, but I had to pass her (Ayy)
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| Roof panoramic, so I see disaster (Ayy)
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| We was on the scene and then my crew is Caspers
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| Gettin' face tats while I’m smokin' space pack
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| I got rich, a couple niggas didn’t know how to take that
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| I heard NoCap killin' niggas, he used to be so laid back
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| He sippin' hunnid dollar lines, I think that’s why his face fat
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| It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy)
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| Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy)
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| Promethazine on ice (Ayy)
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| She fuckin', she don’t think twice (Ayy)
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| Rap nigga, still hang around robbers (Ayy)
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| Rap nigga, still hang around choppers (Ayy)
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| Send him to the grave, we won’t let him see the doctor (Ayy)
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| If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners
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| My clip full, Backwood too, I’m good for the day
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| I’m always on the opps' ass, NoCap lingerie
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| Soon as he write a damn status, he get confiscated
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| If I air this bitch, it’s goin' flat like I’m Tom Brady
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| Catch a nigga like I’m Randy Moss, I’m dope just like the '80s
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| Bitch, I only beat your back, you can’t have my babies
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| Old money shit like ages, my niggas in the pen so I can’t erase it
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| Pull up in an old school, still can race it
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| Four broads like Stunna Vegas
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| No Georgia, I’m money makin', she get no ring like Undertaker
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| I do not write my raps, but I love paper
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| That shit tatted on my face, I just love haters
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| That shit tatted on my face, I just hate love
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| It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy)
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| Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy)
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| Promethazine on ice (Ayy)
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| She fuckin', she don’t think twice (Ayy)
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| Rap nigga, still hang around robbers (Ayy)
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| Rap nigga, still hang around choppers (Ayy)
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| Send him to the grave, we won’t let him see the doctor (Ayy)
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| If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners |