| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I pull off in traffic
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| Not stalled in the 'matic
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| You know that he’ll back it
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| I beg him don’t back it
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| I’m tryna get home, so I told him don’t slap it
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| I’ll slap up the pussy, don’t clap it, don’t clap it
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| They thought they could hack it, but they couldn’t hack it
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| Cah I’m too erratic, my guydem emphatic
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| My whip automatic
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| I manually drag it
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| She asked me to tap it but I didn’t tap it
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| I-I-I piss off my ex cah I’m rich and I’m rappin'
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| The stripper is Spanish, I don’t speak the language
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| I can’t understand but my dick understand it
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| She callin' me?
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| What the fuck is she callin' me?
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| Fuck what she calling me
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| I got the cabbage
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| I twist up a batter
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| The man the finest
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| I smoke with the man,, that’s the mandem
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| My foreign is white, my jacket is white
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| I made money off wire and for that I’m embarrassed
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| I jump on the jet with no cabin for baggage
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| I pack what I want, at the border I blag it
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| , actually rung on my man and he brang it
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| I told him to bring it
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| I’ll pay for his flight if he smuggle the food
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| To the spot that I’m linin'
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| They wanted to-
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| They wanted to stop it but they couldn’t stop it
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| They told me to drop it but I didn’t drop it
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| Now I got a wad I can’t fit in my pocket
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| I prod on a profit
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| I pest to the profit
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| I piss of the profit
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| I buck up the profit
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| He brought me the prophets, oracles, and boffins
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| They told me I got it
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| I know that I got it
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| I don’t deal with boffins
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| I’m findin' with bore
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| And I roll with the realest, the brothers on tour
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| And they had our security, hit him and floor him
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| The same man that’s hatin', and paintin', and floorin'
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| They told me bring 1 in but Wizzy bring 4 in
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| They told me bring some in but Wizzy bring more in
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| You want it, then show me
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| That’s 10 more insurance
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| She wanted to fuck 'cause she heard I’m enormous
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| I roll with the ballers, make 20 fine orders
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| We splash at the jeweler, you juul’d at the jeweler
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| You walk in with me, get a swift likkle schoolin'
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| Like «that's one’s a VS and that one’s a Flawless
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| You can’t afford that, that’s for rappers and Saudis
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| You can afford that 'cah it’s crappy and cloudy»
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| You smoke on the shh, I roll on the loudy
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| The feds want me loyal but I’m not a bounty
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| You’re loyal to feds
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| You was never on corners
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| I roll with the ATNAs and Goras and Kalas
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| And local killers that turn to informers
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| We don’t speed no more but they beg here regardless
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| I pull up with Rollies and Royces with armor
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| I used to be broke but I caught up with karma
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| I’m feeling like Eyez
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| If you’re a farmer, better go hide all that good marijuana
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| If you got weed and it’s dead then I’ll judge him
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| I roll with the Mac and he won’t sell you nothin'
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| Unless you’re a bro or a pal or a cousin
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| They thought they was plugged in but they wasn’t plugged in
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| It’s frosty house wars and I gotta leave you buzzin'
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| If any time comin', it isn’t comin'
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| They 40 years old and still type as the youngins
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| Beg you allow it, you’re stinky
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| I wear what you earn in a year on my pinky
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| You’re tiny and whiny and overly wimpy
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| You talk on the net, not a talker in person
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| I beg you to choke or my temper’ll worsen
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| I know if I flip out, you’re hurtin' for certain
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| I got me a blade, it’ll perch on a person |