| Slam like Blake when I’m posted in the trap
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| 40 band jug, that’s a 10 band cap
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| Try to pull a move then I peel your cap
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| Young Juiceman, he don’t play like that
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| Swear you’s a killer but nigga, you’s a rat
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| 2 or 3 200 flat
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| Whipping up the work, you can call it flapjack
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| 21 zips like a game of Blackjack
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Slam like Blake when I’m posted in the trap
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| 40 band jug, that’s a 10 band cap
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| Try to pull a move then I peel your cap
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| Young Juiceman, he don’t play like that
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| Swear you’s a killer but nigga, you’s a rat
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| 2 or 3 200 flat
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| Whipping up the work, you can call it flapjack
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| 21 zips like a game of Blackjack
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| Spent a couple dollars but I made it right back
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| I’m a real trapper, just stating a fact
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| Stupid wrist game, should’ve put it in the back
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| Jumping out the gym like I’m doing jumping jacks
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| Do a magic trick, pull a rabbit out the hat
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| Bricks of, got bricks on deck
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| Brand new cooler on a 30 shot Tec
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| Swimming pool, man the shit got wet
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| Slow it down
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| Skrrt! |
| (4x)
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| Speed it up
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| Whip (4x)
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| Slow it down
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| Skrrt! |
| (4x)
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| Speed it up
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| Whip (4x) (Aye!)
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Broke my wrist cooking fish, whip a brick
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| 36, 2 a zip, broke down to nicks
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| Calculator, where my scale? |
| Ain’t missing shit
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| Talking slick, pull up quick, hit 'em with the stick
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| Back to business, back in the kitchen, time to plug some chickens
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| Water whipping (2x), get some extra digits
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| Doing numbers (2x), I’m a mathematician
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| Training day (2x), I got them flying pigeons
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| Cooking cookies (2x), yeah I got them frisbees
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| I got them babies (2x) like I signed with Disney
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| In the trenches with Whitney, .40 by kidney
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| Posted in the trap, boy I’m slamming like Blake Griffin (Aye!)
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Slam like Blake, call me Jake the Flake
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| Watching for the jakes, watching for the snakes
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| Ol' police ass nigga, tryna send me upstate
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| 'Cause I’m kingpin status, steak and lobster on my plate
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| With my right hand, I make millions
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| Came from 'partment buildings
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| Slamming on these niggas like my name was Blake Griffin
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| You know I keep white like that boy Andy Griffin
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| Pull up on your set, leave you sleeping with the fishes
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| Heard you sneak dissing but nigga, you ain’t official
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| Black and white diamonds like the man who blow the whistle
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| '88 box, inside color tissue
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| No I’m not from Russia but my Glock hold missiles, nigga
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
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| Sl-slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist |