| You ain’t know, bet these niggas ain’t know
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| I’m out here chasin that check young nigga be mobbing with my woes
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| Some of my niggas be trappin clockin J’s and swing they dough
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| My young? |
| senses she homo with that dough
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| All my niggas? |
| fashion came from where Eiffel live
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| Leanin' like the Pisa, my bitch shotgun she my rifle chick
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| Shorty? |
| pussy call that murder she wrote
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| Badass like Bart we on that bullshit like D-Rose
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| Young nigga started with a thought then it turned into a plot
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| My plug fronted me a little then I went and copped a lot
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| My dawg went and bought a choppa sister gave his ass a pot
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| And I jump off that porch with that Porsche off the lot
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| Now it’s nothing with my gang you thought we thuggin
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| Me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby
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| I’m? |
| in the Chevy turn your crib into a lobby
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| How we thumbin' through them bands you think that money’s getting copied, copy?
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| Nigga it’s nothing
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| Gang life like we thuggin
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| Me and my woes be mobbing
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| Stick together like we cousins
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| Gang signs like we banging
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| Money talk that’s my language
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| Whole click we too deep, whole click we too deep
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| I want them bank rolls, bank rolls so we out rolling like Xmas
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| My bitch she east side, my lucky seven so I might roll with her next
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| My? |
| we too deep like cradles, D4L like Fabo
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| Call me Master Chief when we smoked out; |
| Kush head shots like Halo
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| Call it working out we throw up signs we reppin
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| All my niggas from the A but them choppas big as Texans
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| On a paper chase I’m hungry all I want is cheese and lettuce
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| With all these whips and chains nigga I’m looking like a fetish
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| Celebration, money falling from the sky look like confetti boy
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| Mobbed up my round table plates is all spaghetti boy
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| Get served up, my niggas bout that action
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| Don’t be lacking caught in traffic
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| Finessing for them bands and blow it on designer fashion
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| Now it’s nothing with my gang you think we thugging
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| Me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby
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| I’m busting in the Chevy turn your crib into a lobby
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| How we thumbin' through them bands you think that money’s getting copied, copy?
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| Nigga it’s nothing
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| Gang life like we thuggin
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| Me and my woes be mobbing
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| Stick together like we cousins
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| Gang signs like we banging
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| Money talk that’s my language
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| Whole click we too deep, whole click we too deep |