| And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around
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| Chitty Chitty Gang gon' let it bang
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| Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y’all pussy niggas know what’s up
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| Forty thousand with a dub' if one of y’all bring back his brain
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| Like tell me what is you saying?
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| I’m from a corner where they bangin' Crip gang
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| Ain’t no discussion once you speak on my name
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| Send him to sleep with his mans
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| Go ask the city 'bout who really be slaying
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| Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying
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| I want him down in the grave
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| They say, «You dead wrong»
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| I just left the grave from seeing Ralphie, kissed his headstone
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| I be in a rush, call me blue monster, Sonic Hedgehog
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| I just got a Glock, came in from Russia, need a red dot
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| Put him to sleep just like some Wock' or Robitussin, need his dreadlocks
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| I’m countin' up these dead guys
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| Beretta, I can’t lack mine
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| Like for the cheddar, I collect mine
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| Like make sure one inside the glizzy, ain’t no stoppin' at them red lights
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| Hunnid round drum look like some titties on the glizzy in the Redeye
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| Don’t tuck that gun 'cause that’s for Leaky when he get to doin' fed time
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| She text my phone like, «Come and see me,» she know I can make her bed rock
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| You bust his dome, don’t show no pity, spin again, and let a hunnid fly
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| Like leave me 'lone, I’m on my grizzy, trying stake me up a hunnid, yah
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| And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around
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| Chitty Chitty Gang gon' let it bang
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| Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y’all pussy niggas know what’s up
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| Forty thousand with a dub' if one of y’all bring back his brain
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| Like tell me what is you saying?
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| I’m from a corner where they bangin' Crip gang
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| Ain’t no discussion once you speak on my name
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| Send him to sleep with his mans
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| Go ask the city 'bout who really be slaying
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| Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying
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| I want him down in the grave |