| Yeah, send the address
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| It’s poppin' over there, send the address
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| Yeah, yeah, send the address
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| I be on the way to pick the bag up
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| Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Might not even let u niggas see me out, no.
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| Might stay in the crib and let the money pile up
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| What you think? |
| Well, let’s get it then
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| What you think? |
| Well, let’s get it then
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| Whole squad on the same page
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| GPS locked, headed your way
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| Yeah, send the address
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| It’s poppin' over there, send the address
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| Yeah, yeah, send the address
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| I be on the way to pick the bag up
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| All she wants is for me to have fun
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| All she wants is for me to pull up, yeah
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| She already know I bought drugs
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| She hide it in the bag 4 him
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| That’s how I know that she got me
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| I’m gon' look out for my partners
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| Make sure you send me that address
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| I guarantee we gon' pop up
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| Yeah, send the address
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| It’s poppin' over there, send the address
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| Yeah, yeah, send the address
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| I be on the way to pick the bag up
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| Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
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| Woah, woah, woah |
| And even if I don’t, fuck steppin' out though
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| I can always hit the crib, let the money pile up
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| What you think? |
| Well, let’s get it then
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| What you think? |
| Well, let’s get it then
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| Whole squad on the same page
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| GPS locked, headed your way
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| Headed your way
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| Headed your way
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| You know I’m drivin' fast
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| I ain’t takin' the slow way
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| Send the addy, bring some baddies, yeah
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| We got molly, we got lean, we got Xannies
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| If anybody askin' for, we don’t have it
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| Let me put it in my phone, let me map it
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| Wood grain spinnin', ball, play centre
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| Lenox Mall shopper. |
| home and feast, dinner
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| Pop up like a tulip but these seats can’t be overlooked
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| We over by the overlook so send a text, we comin' through
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| Send a text, we comin' through, just tell me where we comin' to
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| I fuck with her, she comin' too, all these bands I’m runnin' through
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| I must be a groupie, look at all these fans I’m runnin' through
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| I ain’t never Han Solo, baby, know I got my crew, yeah
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| So what you tryna do? |
| Yeah
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| What you wanna do? |
| Yeah
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| What you tryna do?
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| We can leave here now if you want to |
| Send me the address, I’ll come over
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| Then we can do what we want to
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| We can do whatever you want to
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| And you know you want to
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| You know you want to
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| You know you want to
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| You know you want to
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| You know you want to
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| Quit flexin like you don’t want to |