| Imma sip this lean then imma lean back
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| Your bitch on my dick she like «Q just relax»
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| Bitch I’m on the box, I can’t even leave the trap
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| Bitch you on my cock, but you like to hang with rats
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| I stay with 20 bands now a nigga feeling arrogant
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| Me and money married, you play with me get carried
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| I got a bitch like Fergie, she suck my dick real early
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| When my daddy died damn I felt just like a surgeon
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| Damn that shit it really hurt me
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| I know you want me to
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| I know you want me killed walk the ops
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| I’m really a street nigga fuck a op
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| RIP 'cause we had to drop
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| I love my family 'cause they’re the only ones that ever had me
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| Imma stay ten toes and run my bands up
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| Feds told me put my hands up, I ain’t 'bout to be in handcuffs
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| You know I got to get the fuck, get the fuck
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| Gas coming on the plane on the bus
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| I don’t really want fame and the
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| I just want a whole lot of money to touch
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| I got caught with the pistol, I been chilling lately
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| But you know I love my pistol, that’s my fuckin baby
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| All these guns around me, man I think Im going crazy
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| I’m going crazy, I think I’m going crazy
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| I got shooters round me, nigga they be going crazy
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| Catching bodies every day, this shit will be you crazy
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| Crazy, man my niggas crazy
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| Pray for me, I swear they got my niggas crazy
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| Free Lil Mar got locked up down the road
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| Brother he a shooter he ain’t never froze
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| His commissary thick 'cause he ain’t tell a soul
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| Your commissary don’t get a cent 'cause you bitched out and told
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| Keep asking questions, bitch I don’t know
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| They ain’t 'bout to have Q Da Fool on death row
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| I play the game smart bitch, like a chess board
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| I’m 'bout to pop a xan, even 'bout to press record nigga |