| I could turn a 9 to a half to a whole thang
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| Funky smell out them parts like chitter night
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| Baking soda make that shit swell like dang-a-lang
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| You could get fucked in these streets, no jang-a-lang
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| Niggas kill a snitch over pussy, that’s a petty thing
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| Getting it from the feds like canary, and you sang-a-lang
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| I don’t get in niggas mixes, niggas bullshit
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| I talk money, crept flow dollar, with no pool pit
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| Money train gang got proof, looking for the jackpot
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| Left the bag get away, nigga that’s a mouth shot
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| Sour homie lemon dead, take the cheese outta pocket
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| 9 milli lemon squeeze shooting like a rocket
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| I’m just another nigga tryna make a dollar
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| Ain’t turning nothing down, not even my collar
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| Brain from your baby mama, make that bitch swall-er
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| Fire up the gas, hit the gas and
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| Slanging guns, slanging TV’s, that was me
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| Hustling dro, slanging purp nigga that was me
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| Wrap the dumbies like mummies, nigga that was me
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| Balloons full a pills in a mules tummy, that was me
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| Penitentiary a nigga made plenty gwuap
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| Cuz shit don’t stop
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| Cuz a pimp got popped
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| Fuck niggas getting mad cuz we blowing loud
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| Heads in the cloud, money pow, to the clouds
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| Flipping money like a pancake, off the syrup
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| Choppas when we bring terror
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| Bread like Panera
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| And when I pull that bitch out, hands in the air-er
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| Don’t waste a bullet, headshots, we ain’t tryna scare ya |