| Ayy
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| Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It)
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| Lil' Capalot, bitch, hah
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| (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
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| Hit the strip after school, couldn’t wait 'til I got out of class,
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| used to stare at the clock and shit
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| Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the
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| cops and shit
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| And I’m straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like
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| Stojaković
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| Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain’t no lettin' it up,
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| ain’t no stoppin' this
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| Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside,
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| he be poppin' shit
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| You ain’t heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we
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| be dropping shit
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| Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I’m the one who been
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| buyin' up Glocks and shit
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| I’m just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some
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| hotter shit (Hotter shit)
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| Might be rocking a show or if I’m not up the stu', then I’m fucking this cash
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| off
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| Don’t you know Polo G? |
| Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin'
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| his ass off
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| Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if
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| her ass soft
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| Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off
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| Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah,
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| you ain’t gettin' that pass off
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| Spin the block, now I’m takin' my mask off
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| Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on
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| the asphalt
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| It’s gon' be R.I.P. |
| once your ass caught
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| He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
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| 'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought
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| All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X)
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| That boy a bitch, that’s his dad fault
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| If you play, then you lay, we can crash out (Let's go)
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| When I up in his shit, bet it’s man down (Boom)
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| In BOA, I’m pullin' them bands out (Cash)
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| DOA, bitch, I get your mans off (Gone)
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| A rockstar from the block, I stand out (Uh)
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| Came from nothing, I fucked my advance off
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| When I hit the game, with my flow, niggas ran off (No cap), fuck it
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| I’m not your average joe (Uh-uh)
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| When I leave the house, I tuck it, uh (Fire, fire)
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| I’m rich, I don’t shop on no budget
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| He clutchin', my lil' youngin want him a bucket, uh (Score)
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| I hop on this bitch and run it (Uh)
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| If I said it, I seen it or done it (Uh, uh)
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| These lil' niggas never robbed nobody
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| Ain’t caught no body, and ain’t getting no money (Cap)
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| Where I’m from, it’s sports or gunplay
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| We looked up to the killer and dealers
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| But even them niggas wan' make it out one day (On gang)
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| Fuck my first M, I been had hood fame (Yeah)
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| Took off like I was on a runway (Yoom)
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| I’m a star, but still post on the one way (Blatt)
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| Them niggas talk, but they won’t play (NLE)
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| We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday (Yeah, yeah)
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| Hop on the scene and I’m thuggin'
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| This Glock on my hip, so you know that I’m clutchin'
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| Catch me an opp, I’ma down him in public
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| The police keep askin', I’m changin' the subject
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| The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
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| Why the fuck you got a gun? |
| You not gonna bust it
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| And a hundred some shots, I ain’t doin' no tustlin'
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| Give a nigga temptation like he David Ruffin
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| I ain’t gon' cap, I don’t even like rappin'
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| But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
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| Fuck the bitch, and when I get done
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| I’ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
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| Catch a nigga when he clock out
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| I’ma get him whacked at his job and shit
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| And I don’t know why the police keep fuckin' with me
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| 'Cause they ain’t stoppin' shit, yeah
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| Spin on your block like a remix
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| Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit
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| Extended clip like a broomstick
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| Shoot a flick like Netflix
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| Scratch an opp off the checklist
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| I just bought a gun off Craigslist
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| Shoot an opp in the brain, I’m leavin' a stain, only thing you see is red shit
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| If the police behind, we keep duckin'
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| My gun need some drawers, it got nuts
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| Whole gang, we strapped, don’t test us
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| If a nigga play, he gon' get bust, yeah
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| NLE the Top Shotta, don dada
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| Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |