| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| (Ace Bankz on the track)
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Told me they locked, got the keys to the streets
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| Come through, I’m swerving and beating the G
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| We popping, they like, «How?»
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| We have them showing us love, we passing down every street
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| I fuck her lowkey in the trap
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| That ass gon' clap whenever she grab on them knees
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| I’m chasing this money, no cap
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| I plot on the M, I got all this shit on my sleeve
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| Do what I want with the gang
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| All of my niggas gon' ball for real
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| Too turnt up, I’ma call back
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| Bad bitch calling my phone for real
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| Do what I want with the gang
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| All of my niggas gon' ball for real
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| Too turnt up, I’ma call back
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| Bad bitch calling my phone for real
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| Nigga play, he gon' get popped
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| Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
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| Nigga play then he get popped
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| Nigga play then he get popped, popped
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| Lil' momma be tripping, I call her today
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| Then I gon' stay with the other bitch
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| Plain, no shirt, jean jacket with the Balmains
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| And them Balencis up under it
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| Lame ass nigga keep screaming out he gang
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| But he just faking, he friendly
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| Draco sing to a nigga just like T Pain
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| All of my young niggas be running it
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| Like Adderall, I’ma hype my dawg
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| But, no, real shit, we doing all shit in real life, it’s up, no hype at all
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| Brought good gas and young niggas light that shit up quick
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| I smoke the law
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| Do what I want with the real-real bad-bad bitch
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| No shit, I break her walls
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| , you gon' act, my pockets, shit on flat
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| He standing on the front so I’m blowing up smoke
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| I bet he gon' choke, he won’t come back
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| I’m dripping whatever you thinking about
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| Bet I got it, I know, I splur them stacks
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| Nigga be talking and telling everything
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| And this what I know, must kill all rats
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| Told me they locked, got the keys to the streets
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| Come through, I’m swerving and beating the G
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| We popping, they like, «How?»
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| We have them showing us love, we passing down every street
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| I fuck her lowkey in the trap
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| That ass gon' clap whenever she grab on them knees
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| I’m chasing this money, no cap
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| I plot on the M, I got all this shit on my sleeve
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| Do what I want with the gang
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| All of my niggas gon' ball for real
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| Too turnt up, I’ma call back
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| Bad bitch calling my phone for real
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| Do what I want with the gang
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| All of my niggas gon' ball for real
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| Too turnt up, I’ma call back
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| Bad bitch calling my phone for real
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| I’m known to shoot first, since I was a jit I been putting in work
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| They say it’s a curse, if you play with Von, you end up in a shirt
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| Got bullets that burn
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| The way he was screaming I know that shit hurt
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| Gave my cousin some work
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| And yeah, that’s my cousin but he got to the first
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| All my niggas gon' ball,, fuck it, tear down the mall
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| Four-five in my drawls
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| I passed out a hundred and they didn’t fake me at all
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| Better use gloves when you playing with that raw
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| If you do a hit, better no say what you saw
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| My lawyer want fifty and we ain’t even talk
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| But soon as I call, he getting me out
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| AK’s, I been doing this shit for a decade
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| All hundreds, lil' nigga, these racks
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| Gun so loud, when I shoot I get a headache
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| Ayy, Louie, you Craig, I’m Day-Day
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| Bullets get to raining, Madden
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| Boy, I go nuts for the payday
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| Choppa so strong make a nigga do the Nae Nae
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| Told me they locked, got the keys to the streets
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| Come through, I’m swerving and beating the G
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| We popping, they like, «How?»
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| We have them showing us love, we passing down every street
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| I fuck her lowkey in the trap
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| That ass gon' clap whenever she grab on them knees
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| I’m chasing this money, no cap
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| I plot on the M, I got all this shit on my sleeve
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| Do what I want with the gang
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| All of my niggas gon' ball for real
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| Too turnt up, I’ma call back
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| Bad bitch calling my phone for real
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| Do what I want with the gang
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| All of my niggas gon' ball for real
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| Too turnt up, I’ma call back
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| Bad bitch calling my phone for real
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| Nigga play, he gon' get popped
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| Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped
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| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped
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| Nigga play then he get popped
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| Nigga play then he get popped, popped |