| (Know I’m in this motherfucker with all members in this bitch
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| You know?
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| We on our OTF shit, ya heard?
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| Helluva made this beat, baby
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| King Von, know what I’m sayin'?
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| Got Sada on this motherfucker Booka, man…
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| Know what I’m sayin'?)
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| I counted bloody money with my Lous on (Lous on)
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| I came a long way from a futon (Futon)
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| My uncle caught a body, got an elbow (Elbow)
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| Always listenin' to the gang inside my headphones (Yeah)
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| And I took you back when you was dead wrong
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| I lost my cousin to cold blood, I keep my head strong (Head strong)
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| You can’t 'tray the gang, we know that you told
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| Graduation to funerals
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| Ecstasy opened my pupils
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| Bust down Patek, got three Rols
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| You ever seen four killas in a two-door?
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| Durk ridin' with his people
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| I’m the heart of my city and I ride with Tee Grizzley
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| In my DM talkin' to Nicki
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| A hundred bands, you make the news
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| 'Cause you know I can not lose
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| 'Cause I know they tryna get me
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| Sing to your bitch, still I’ll murk a nigga
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| Yeah I seen, still I’ll hurt you, just like burnin' 'em
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| Drop your top like Ice Cube in his first film
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| I was stompin' niggas out in my first Timbs
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| Got your girl with me, trappin' 'til the boy gone
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| She gon' suck dick and chew pills 'til her voice gone
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| Four-five give him body shots like Roy Jones
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| Foreign whip with the tinted windows, pull a drum out it
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| Pull up to your baby mama’s house, knock your son out it
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| When the opps don’t shoot back, it take the fun out it
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| Them niggas gon' miss, I don’t miss, I knock blood out you
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| Booka say you can’t touch me or it’s hammer time
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| I can’t get caught with no straps or it’s slammer time
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| Quadruple cup of good syrup like Aunt Jemim'
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| Load up my chopsticks, I’ma take my time
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| I’ma kill a nigga if I want to, it ain’t no crime, huh
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| Told that lil' bitch, «Don't suck me up if you ain’t catchin'"(Don't)
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| Took a whole hour just to count up all the Jeffersons
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| Everybody rich and shoot that bitch but we ain’t Steph and them
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| He chased his wife like, «I'm fuckin' you up if you just left with him»
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| Killas on retainers like defense attorneys
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| They gon' slide with them cutters, you won’t live through the surgery
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| Pop a bean, do a bad bitch, dirty (Bitch, shut up)
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| She like, «Boy, you almost murked me, you can’t fuck me off them Perkys»
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| Get that work out just like burpees, play with me, savages lurking
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| I don’t play bitch, I be working, you can’t ride the wave, no surfing
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| In the hood passin' out turkeys
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| Don’t waste your time sendin' threats, we not worried (We ain’t worried)
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| Hit your mommy with the sure fire, nigga
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| Lace your daddy with the sure fire, nigga
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| I got some niggas who are really strappin' with us
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| You niggas really don’t wanna creep in them bushes
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| I’ma fuck her first, then Durk gon' fuck her second
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| Girly gettin' mad 'cause we too fuckin' reckless
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| And I got a bad ho and she keep on testin'
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| Me that she want but her nigga tryna test me
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| Diamonds on my neck and they shinin'
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| Where the fuck was you when I was grindin'?
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| Wait, bitch, I’m still grindin'
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| He got the bust down, perfect timin'
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| I got the lil' freaky ho whinin'
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| G shine, I shine and you shinin'
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| See you other fuck niggas, we poppin'
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| I’ma up the bitch and bust, no options
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| Oh Lord, I got bitches, I got options
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| Pop a Xan, hit a nigga, bust his noggin |