| Yeah, yeah, Offset
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| No future, Slaughter Gang
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Boy, you ain’t droppin, ain’t cop shit
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| Nope!
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| Boy, you ain’t drop, you ain’t cop shit
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| Talkin' 'bout the Glock, you ain’t pop shit
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| I got mo' keys than a locksmith
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| Patek diamond flip, do a cartwheel
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| Pick out what you want, get a bag or a key
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| Hundred round, better get the kids out the street
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| Blue strip hundreds and they stack real neat
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| Flooded water, come and take a dive in Philippe
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| You out here playin' games and a nigga tryna cheat
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| You ain’t got no stand in the game, take a seat
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| Got a whole fifty ball in the Goyard brief
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| Thot little bitches and they all gon' knee
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| Glock with a missile, take a dog off his feet
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| Pot in the kitchen, make a milly out the street
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| Keep quiet in the kitchen 'cause the babies all sleep
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| Watch the young nigga 'cause the young nigga creep
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| We do not hide, stick with the 9
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| Kel-Tec, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
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| Caught his ass slippin, he flexin', no lie
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| He thought I was sweet because I’m from Nawfside
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| Mama told me not to hang with them guys
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| That all of 'em snitches and all of 'em pie
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| Duct tape his mouth if he do not comply
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| Light the bitch up like the 4th of July
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| My diamonds is cool, money long like a Jew
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| Louboutins drippin', two thousand a shoe
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| Two on the mission, two Glocks in the coupe
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| You had them benjies, what happened to you?
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| Young niggas we got the throne, but we grown
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| Gone, holmes, not pickin' no bone
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| Don’t know what he on, but this lil boy better watch out his tone
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| Sit back and we called his name in a song
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| Migos, No Plug over here, we alone
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| At your front door with a nigga, ding-dong
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| Watchin', they copy, these wannabe clones
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| They don’t want war 'cause the money too long
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| (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
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| Boy, you ain’t drop, you ain’t cop shit
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| Talkin' 'bout the Glock, you ain’t pop shit
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| I got mo' keys than a locksmith
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| Patek diamond flip, do a cartwheel
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| Pick out what you want, get a bag or a key
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| Hundred round, better get the kids out the street
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| Blue strip hundreds and they stack real neat
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| Flooded water, come and take a dive in Philippe
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| You out here playin' games and a nigga tryna cheat
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| You ain’t got no stain in the game, take a seat
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| Got a whole fifty ball in the Goyard brief
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| Thot little bitches and they all gon' knee
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| Glock with a missile, take a dog off his feet
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| Pot in the kitchen, make a milly out the street
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| Keep quiet in the kitchen 'cause the babies all sleep
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| Watch the young nigga 'cause the young nigga creep
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| Whip off the lot, crack in the pot
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| Told Offset, boy I can’t cook in the crockpot
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| Want a whole brick? |
| Just meet me at the trap spot
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| Know I got a set like J. J. Watt
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| Bankroll on me, bitch thick like snot
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| Drop the whole muh’fuckin' brick on the watch
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| Louie on my wrist
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| Give me 60 minutes, I can cook a 36
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| All this water got a nigga seasick
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| Four to the nine, nigga that’s a remix
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| Tell baby dawg I was just cookin' cheese grits
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| All this muh’fuckin' gold like the A-Team
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| Been ballin' on niggas since 18
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| I got China white bitch, call it Beijing
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| And a knife when I pull up in a Saleen
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| Nigga got scared when he see the red beam
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| I ain’t for nigga, know we gon ride
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| Slaughter Gang Music but I’m breakin' down pies
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| Turn a deuce to a four nigga, oh my
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| Servin' niggas in Alabama, rollin' tide
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| Nigga tryna shoot, but he closed his eyes
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| When a nigga play nigga jumpin' offside
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| Flag on a play, I’ma hit him with the K
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| I catch him at Lenox I’ma do him broad day
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| Boy, you ain’t cop shit
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| Talkin' 'bout the Glock, you ain’t pop shit
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| I got mo' keys than a locksmith
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| Patek diamond flip, do a cartwheel
|
| Pick out what you want, get a bag or a key
|
| Hundred round, better get the kids out the street
|
| Blue strip hundreds and they stack real neat
|
| Flooded water, come and take a dive in Philippe
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| You out here playin' games and a nigga tryna cheat
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| You ain’t got no stain in the game, take a seat
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| Got a whole fifty ball in the Goyard brief
|
| Thot little bitches and they all gon' knee
|
| Glock with a missile, take a dog off his feet
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| Pot in the kitchen, make a milly out the street
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| Keep quiet in the kitchen 'cause the babies all sleep
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| Watch the young nigga 'cause the young nigga creep |