| For Kokane, we still get trippy
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| Cause for Kokane, we still get busy
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| But RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy
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| And for Kokane, we still get busy
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| But RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| On your your block with a semi
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| Cueno, give that boy a figi
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| Jordan, give that boy a figi
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| RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Give us the shmoney, boy we greedy
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| Or we gon' keep killing for Speedy
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| Cause we kill for the squad if it’s necessary
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| So this lil boy gon' get his figi shot
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| Now start hangin' in a cemetery
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| I post up with the squad on the fifty Glock
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| For Kokane, we still get trippy
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| Cause for Kokane, we still get busy
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| But RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy
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| And for Kokane, we still get busy
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| But RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| These bitches shut up
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| Bank bank crazy, get them wad up
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| Tell a nigga catch up, no let up on his ass with riders
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| Choppers and MACs with lasers
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| RIP Nuskey, free Nine, and bitch I pull a caper
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| Finger fuck the nina, I rape her
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| Smoke opps out a swisher sweet
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| Headshot if you think I’m sweet
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| 10K, you dead in a week
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| Put one in your head, you sleep-in'
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| And bitch I feel like cops and robbers
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| You try one of my niggas and get caught like lobsters
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| I just spent a band on Robins
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| All black like Batman but ain’t no Robin
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| For Kokane, we still get trippy
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| Cause for Kokane, we still get busy
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| But RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy
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| And for Kokane, we still get busy
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| But RIP my lil bro Speedy
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| Tomorrow night we giving figis
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| I done lost too many guys, I lost plenty
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| Get some Henny, load them things
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| Tell 'em that you’re busy, now your boys gon' run 'em down
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| From a youngin we tote Glizzys
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| We them boys out in our city
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| Shooting Glocks 'til it’s empty so don’t even fuck around
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| Tell the pussy if he tempt me
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| I design 'em like a Fendi
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| Slide up on him real gently
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| Figi shot, I spin around
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| Cause it’s G.U.N. |
| 'til the end nigga
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| So tell a friend, tell a friend nigga |