| Grr, pow, pow
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| Free the fuckin' members, nigga
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| RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz
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| All of them, nigga
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| Don’t fuck around, nigga
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| Woo, woo, gra, gra
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| Big 092, look, woo
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| Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Brrrr, pow)
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| Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy)
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| Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
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| If it ain’t Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
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| That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint
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| I’m with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr)
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| Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend
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| Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo)
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| Brady, look, gang
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| It’s just me and Pop
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| Don’t need nobody else
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| 'Cause that’d be an extra witness
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| Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest
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| No this ain’t Planet Fitness
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| I’m tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (Woo, woo)
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| And you know how we tease the opp, I drop the check and make 'em see it drop
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| And she drive the boat (Drive), dick in her mouth and I’m all in her throat
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| (Shake it)
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| Ask your girl I’m the goat (Facts), can’t name one time you run up I ain’t
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| throw (Woo)
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| Bitch it’s Dread Woo you know I get racks (Woo, yeah)
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| Tell 'em get back (Woo)
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| We getting flipped thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts)
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| He ain’t make it back (Uh)
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| I call up Shane you know he move, attack (Woo, burner), toting a strap (Woo)
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| Who these niggas dressed in all black? |
| (Grrt, baow, baow)
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| Huh, yo Pop them niggas cap (Cap)
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| Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you
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| Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy here
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| Hold on, woo
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| Look, I’m like «who that nigga?» |
| (Who that nigga?)
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| Talkin' 'bout «what's stackin', what the fuck is up?»
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| Huh? |
| he ain’t one of us
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| You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain’t one of us, nah
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| I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (Huh, brr, brr)
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| We don’t stop shots 'til the sun is up (Get that nigga)
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| I pass Dafi the chop that’s a give and go (Woo, baow)
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| Keep five stones in his head like a mineral
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| He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brr)
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| .38 punching like Kimbo (Grr, pow, pow, pow)
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| When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I’m a giant (Giant)
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| I dropped outta school, I’m defiant (Huh)
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| A hater still here and they lying (Facts)
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| But in the jungle I’m a lion (Grr)
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| Now they see me on a flight (Brr, brr)
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| They like «Papi on fire» (Fire)
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| I really just bought the new LaFerrari
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| RD like sent me the wire (Woo, woo)
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| Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo
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| Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Brr, pow)
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| Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy)
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| Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
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| If it ain’t Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
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| That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint
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| Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (Watch that)
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| Switch the VIN on the Stoley
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| Same nigga to the grave
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| Gotta watch them, Mille topless
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| Got the white like Milonakis
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| I’m in traffic, say «What's rockin'»
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| You hear me? |
| Fuck, ready
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| Try to shake a wave off a BO
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| Shorty shaped like she Creole
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| Fuck a parole, fuck a CO
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| I’m outta town while Haitians eatin' greole
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| I’m back uptown with the papis
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| More white than a Nazi
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| Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (What)
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| No time for no limelight
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| And I’m fresh to death like it’s prom night
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| Fuck them niggas on the other side
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| Only friend I got, he a dead guy
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| If you talk about him then the lead (Fly)
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| Niggas they act like they know me, huh
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| Two fours on 'em like Kobe
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| Don’t play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili
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| Yeah Trav always tweaking
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| I ride with some apes and I’m never on defense
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| I’m preein these niggas, the way that they envy
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| Don’t talk 'bout my money, but I’m stacking plenty
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| Foreign bitches giving in a Bentley
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| Been trapping all day, man I just hit a ten-piece
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| Fuck a uber, threw that bitch in the renty (Woo)
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| Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Nah, pow)
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| Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy)
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| Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
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| If it ain’t Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
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| That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint (Watch that) |