| Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing
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| 'Cause yo' mama raised a pussy
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| Every time I walk to the drop top, can’t help but
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| Close my eyes 'cause my whip so glossy
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| God damn, bitch, I don’t smoke no gas
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| I don’t pop no Xans,
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| hella cake
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| I just need that ass, don’t worry 'bout no mans
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| Look at me, look at he, you don’t wanna fuck with we
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| Hit the streets, roll on me, you gon' end up in the sea
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| 7:30, wake up, skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
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| All my people ridin' in the backseat on a killin' spree
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| Wait, who that be, ready on the count of 3
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| Squeeze the G,
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| leave the scene
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| Bouncin' like the trampoline
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| Gettin' bread, earn income (Man)
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| Spent it on this Balmain
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| Working all night I might run into the Batman
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| I don’t see no such thing as a mothe’fuckin' bro, mane
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| You ain’t fuckin' slick if you think you in my team, mane
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| We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
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| And I don’t give a fuck, hit em with the damn dicks
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| Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
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| I’m a G bet there’s something wrong with me
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| All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea
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| Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, 'til I OD
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| I don’t really give a fuck no more, B
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| Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
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| Pull up on a fuckin enemy, third degree
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| Now I’ma go right back to the crib (To the crib bitch)
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| And leave the fuckin country with the brick (Loudpack)
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| I’d call the cops on myself if I can (If I can)
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| This shit too crazy, need the fuckin ambulance (Ambulance)
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| Don’t wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (Skrrt skrrt)
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| Got all this money but these bitches unimpressed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Getting bread, earn income (Man)
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| Spend it on this Balmain
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| Working all night I might run into the Bat (Man)
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| I don’t see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
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| You ain’t fucking slick if you think you in my team, mane
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| 7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
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| All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
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| Wait, who that be? |
| Ready on the count of 3
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| Squeeze the G, leave the scene
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| Bouncin' like the trampoline
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| Yeah |