| They survive that spinnin' then they must be godly
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| Know a nigga pull up and serve them percs hoppin' off a Harley
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| Got a hot foot, steppin' on shit light Q’s
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| I ain’t pourin' no single lines, it’s threes and twos
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| You niggas got fully suited to pull up and lose
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| (Laudiano)
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| This bitch got fully booted, and said fuck all her boos
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| Pull up on me now, I need sloppy toppy
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| I only speak on what I know, and baby I’m not that cocky
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| Bruh she focused on her bills, or like she
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| The new coupe, the car sit low like it was a monte
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| A lot these these instagram hoes look just like aunties
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| She gon' sip the Hendog and be happy thottin'
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| I’ma pull up on the opps, 'cause I know they plottin'
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| Baby asked me for some boot, I got Doc Martens
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| I’m on a different timing
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| My bitches like molly and coke, they be rock climbin'
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| We don’t never leave the house without handy appliance
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| Richer than all my opps so they made an alliance
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| Boat, Remble
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| Messed around and got richer than all my idols
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| Putting safes in sleeper holds like I’m Roddy Piper
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| Cashed my money in the bank, then won all my titles
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| Yeah I’m happy with my girl but I want Blac Chyna
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| Stepping in a new dorm shaking hands with rivals
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| Heading to that blue wall, 'cause you have to fight him
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| (Laudiano)
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| Have the burner 'cause I heard that his jab was nicer
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| Smith &Wesson, four five, for a forty niner
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| I’m a known home wrecker, like Jerry Springer
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| She told me that her name was Kia but here’s the stinger
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| I had her squirting on the bed with my middle fingers
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| I hope you really don’t believe that I want Blac Chyna
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| Murder weapons in Bikini Bottom, you not gon' find 'em
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| I’m finna ask you where you from and don’t be lyin'
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| I’m not the biggest one in here, but I tote a giant
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| New additions to the others, lets go divide 'em
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| When I take the Smith &off my hip you should go inside
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| You pulled up without your burner, you chose to die
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| You could be bouncin' out the car but you chose to drive
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| It’s Remble
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| Rolls Royces, Maybachs, I am not drivin'
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| Thirty floors in the air, I am not hidin'
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| On the patio off drugs, start to skydiving
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| She said the boat was real, guess was lyin'
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| Mans be hangin' with the opps, he is not ridin'
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| They inside full time, so they is not dyin'
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| I’m not the one to be afraid if my behind me
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| (Laudiano)
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| Chainsaws and Kel-Tecs, uppin' Mary J Bligein'
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| Shit, I mean Lil Kimin'
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| Dodgin' millimeter bullets bigger than Jesica Simpson
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| Bitches givin' big head, like her chin crimson
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| Behind her, two midgets, but her face, looks like a Gremlin
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| Niggas really not rappers, they just ramblin'
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| I’m with Remble at the temple, rehearsin' scripters
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| Buy the bitch some new titties, upgrade her fixtures
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| Still beat up her son dad, nigga I’m the mister
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| I done been block to block in crocs and socks
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| Bounce in the whip, cock the Glock, then drop the top
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| It’s gonna be a long day if you watch the clock
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| You can either put your hands down, or box the chop
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| Um, is he getting put on at the park or not?
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| Come on are you really put on? |
| Lets just stop the cap
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| Are you gonna get on when they start to clap?
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| When it falls down, you will see how they start to act
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| Boat, Remble
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| Make sure you recognize the difference from love and hate
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| When it gets ugly with the johnnies, go jump the gate
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| Told her I have my phone off for a couple days
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| Fuck do you mean to ask me a double date
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| Oh no don’t take your pants off, I just want the face
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| She said she’s, can’t even wait |