| Who dat, talking bout, who dat
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| Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
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| Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
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| Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
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| The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
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| Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
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| See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
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| Huh, give a fuck like whaat
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| Blow my weed, smash the dash
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| Hop up in my lane, she be looking way different
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| Through these thousand dollars frames
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| Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain
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| Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
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| Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
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| Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
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| Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need a pass nigga
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| Like what that shit do, yeah
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| I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
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| Banging my game like uh
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| Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
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| Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what,
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| Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
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| Huh, nigga what,
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| Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
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| The money funny you a clown
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| The bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
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| It depends on how much of that shit I just had
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| Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
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| Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga’s jabs
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| Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
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| Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling
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| Woo, like Flair
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| When I’m done they always ask
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| How you do dat there?
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| Word to Master P and Young Bleed
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| I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
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| Cause I’m a pimp see, word to Bun B
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| Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
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| Get a weight lift, reppin' Cal like Ripken I’m on fire right now
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| P burnin', no Syphilis,
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| Strap it up, you murder the pussy
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| Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder the pussy
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| See me?
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| I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
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| Banging my game like uh
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| Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
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| Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what,
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| Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
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| A nigga be like huh, nigga what,
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| Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
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| A nigga be like,
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| Who dat
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| I bet your lady knew that
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| She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
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| Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that
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| … hunned sixes is where we grew that
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| See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
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| Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
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| I do it for my bros on lock,
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| Them hoes on stop
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| I used to wear Pirellis back when nelly was on top
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| Now it’s 442 my pack a bang rewinding, my bitches red as… throw back on them
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| yokahams
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| I’m a slam the scraper,
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| You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show
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| These hoes thanking it’s snow
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| I… do it my nig, I blow the horn is you ready
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| Disrespect for nigga please, I’m the one with the fetty
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| I’m going out with a bang, it’s lane on the change
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| I just show them what diamonds nigga cause… the game. |