| Still fuckin' with the PAW Patrol
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| When I hit the block, niggas run, like when the law patrollin'
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| Call the plug up, I need the softest blow
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| He dropped another baby off, so I bought a stroller
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| .45 Glock, this bitch’ll drop a polar
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| Keep it in my hand at all times, could’ve bought a holster
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| Just dropped the bitch off and made her walk back over
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| Used to drink a pint and drop a verse, now I’m talkin' sober
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| I guess I’m talented
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| Hit it with the soda, now it’s stiffer than a mannequin
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| My nigga ate a headshot, pulled out the fragments
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| My other nigga took a leg shot and died from panicking
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| Lil' cause want a egg, fuck a necklace
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| How you want it? |
| Over-easy, or I could scramble it
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| I got a plug in New Orleans, he went to Grambling
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| I’m sick I ain’t got no Hi-Tech 'cause that’s my medicine
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| Spent my money on a six of eight, but I ain’t gamblin'
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| Please don’t try to run off on me 'cause I ain’t havin' it
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| But I’ll drop the whole clip and let you have the shit
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| Freaked my Black and lit the wrong end on some backwards shit
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| Damn, I’m glad it wasn’t no plastic tip
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| My lil' cousin wack as hell, but he’ll whack some shit
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| Got enough to buy a pound, but I’ma grab a zip
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| I’m fiendin', I’ll pay two hundred for a line of Actavis
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| I’m still fuckin' with the Johnny Depp
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| Turn the beam on and gun you down, 'cause I’m out of breath
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| You caught a B on accident, you is not a threat
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| I ain’t verified on Instagram, but I got a check
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| See, it’s a disease
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| This how this shit go in the street
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| Either you gon' be the one doin' it
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| Or it gon' get done to your ass
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| It got to happen one of them ways |