| Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler?
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| Niggas all talk, let’s be for real
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| I know that you never done enough
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| I make the freaks pay for a kill
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| I turn these hoes into customers
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| Look at my face, I’m off a pill
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| Don’t invite me, I’ma fuck it up
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| Don’t invite me, I’ma, uh
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| Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight
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| Bro got the sauce, so I’m punchin' it
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| I like my bitches nasty, don’t fuck around
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| Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint
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| I don’t speak on them niggas, I’m focused on money
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| How they want beef and they strugglin'?
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| I’ma bet on myself every time
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| I’m too accustomed to hustling
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| Young nigga run that sack up
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| You know what to do, they act up
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| If I put a G on his head, then they get in the field like Green Bay Packers
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| Nine shots, still usin' ladders
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| My lil' bitch got badder
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| She got a man and I got a bitch, so what we do don’t matter
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| I throw an F, I’m puttin' the Floss up
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| I get 'em stretched for thinkin' they all tough
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| We do it the best, they gotta applaud us
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| I got her upset, I put her friend in the Porsche truck
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| I need a stress reliever
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| I take the dope and figi to go
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| Trap sing like Justin Bieber
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| We kickin' doors, so get on the floor
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| You better up and leave her
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| She spendin' your bread and being a ho
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| He dumb, he must believe her
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| I make it a movie, she make it a show
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| Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler?
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| Niggas all talk, let’s be for real
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| I know that you never done enough
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| I make the freaks pay for a kill
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| I turn these hoes into customers
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| Look at my face, I’m off a pill
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| Don’t invite me, I’ma fuck it up
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| Don’t invite me, I’ma, uh
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| Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight
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| Bro got the sauce, so I’m punchin' it
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| I like my bitches nasty, don’t fuck around
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| Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint
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| I don’t speak on them niggas, I’m focused on money
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| How they want beef and they strugglin'?
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| I’ma bet on myself every time
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| I’m too accustomed to hustling
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| Featherweight, that’s what it say by they resume
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| Let 'em hate, we send that boy to a better place
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| Lift 'em up, we makin' sure that boy levitate
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| Hop out, swish 'em, 'cause we do the swish and then set it straight
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| And I hit the road for another bag
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| Been gettin' this money, but I move in silence, ain’t wanna brag
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| It’s a go on them niggas every time, no, they ain’t gettin' a fuckin' pass
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| I got a short temper, watch how you talk, don’t get me fuckin' mad
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| Quick to react like I’m upper class
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| Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler?
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| Niggas all talk, let’s be for real
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| I know that you never done enough
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| I make the freaks pay for a kill
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| I turn these hoes into customers
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| Look at my face, I’m off a pill
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| Don’t invite me, I’ma fuck it up
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| Don’t invite me, I’ma, uh
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| Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight
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| Bro got the sauce, so I’m punchin' it
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| I like my bitches nasty, don’t fuck around
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| Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint
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| I don’t speak on them niggas, I’m focused on money
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| How they want beef and they strugglin'?
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| I’ma bet on myself every time
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| I’m too accustomed to hustling
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| (JBangaBeats) |