| Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded
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| And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it
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| No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion
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| Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin'
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| If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon' slide like a stroller
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| And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda
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| Shoot out your membranes 'til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it
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| Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia
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| I stay with my ace boon queen, Ten-Jack suited, we ain’t playin' poker (Woo)
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| She gotta link, then woo east, gang gang right after I stroke her (Gang, gang)
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| You better sit back, I think fast, big fact, Gelato pack potent
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| Plot came gift wrapped, I ordered that, no quarterback, bitch, we throwin' (Bow)
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| Offers enough, I got dual repairs
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| Take over the spot, don’t care who in there (Nope)
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| I slide in and out of the pussy (Wait)
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| Like I’m playin' around on computer chairs (Haha)
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| I need you to be true like that Buddha man (Yup)
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| Why you takin' pictures? |
| I don’t do the Gram (Nope)
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| Nick Cannon, Doctor Lee
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| Bitch, you drummin', I could show what to do with bands (Brrt, bah)
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| My heart cold, no feeling (Nope)
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| Nine shots roll, more in 'em (Bow)
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| Play with me, go get 'em (Woo)
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| Black McLaren, no ceiling (Skrrt)
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| They can’t get the sauce, no sharing (Nah)
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| Chopper divorce both parents (Split)
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| We cannot give no chances (Nah)
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| I got your bitch slow dancing (Shake it, baby)
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| Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded
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| And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it
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| No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion
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| Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin'
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| If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon' slide like a stroller
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| And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda
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| Shoot out your membranes 'til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it
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| Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia
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| Bodies droppin', I’ma pop 'em if I spot 'em, bruh (Bow)
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| I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin (Oh my God)
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| Bodies droppin', I’ma pop 'em if I spot 'em, bruh (Bow)
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| I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin, look (Oh my God)
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| Bling, blaow (Woo)
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| I keep my shooters on speed dial (Brrt)
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| She do 'em, tappin' out each round (Wait)
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| They drivin' past with the seat down (What?)
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| These niggas pussy, they frightened
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| We in the field like a viking (Yah)
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| Stay in your lane like you bikin' (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
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| Hold on, what the fuck that nigga say? |
| (Pussy)
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| Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded
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| And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it
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| No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion
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| Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin'
|
| If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon' slide like a stroller
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| And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda
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| Shoot out your membranes 'til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it
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| Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia |