| Uh-oh, you know what time is
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| Say Ivy, nigga. |
| Do your thing nigga
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| You still with us, believe that
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| I lone riding on a hunt, with a rocket launcher
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| On my lap is a mac, a lil pocket monster
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| Looking for some bitch niggas with some bitch ways
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| I ain’t shit, shaved, or bathe in 'bout six days
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| My sick ways was handed down from bucking nigga
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| You still alive to hear this song, then you lucky nigga
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| Fuck it nigga, we can meet in front of your house
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| Cause I finna grab this heat and run in your house
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| You ain’t 'bout what we 'bout, you drugged up
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| We thugged up and y’all 'bout to get slugged up
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| We mugged up in the club with this slugsta
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| That’s Lil Ivy in the building with his slug tucked
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| I’m a gangsta with some stars in the street game
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| 'Bout to introduce you to the fucking sleep game
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| So peep, bang! |
| Do the math and watch your ass (Fuck)
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| You fucking with a gangsta that’s for sure gon' blast, nigga! |