| Huh, ayy
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| (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
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| Ayy, nigga, startin' now, nigga
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| 2021, fuck a nigga, he ain’t on my side
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| Oh, you scared to say fuck slime?
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| Oh, you, oh, you, oh, you like they kind? |
| Uh
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| Huh, huh, oh, you, uh
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| You ain’t gon' slide? |
| How you gon'?
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| Let this sink in
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| If I find out who the fuck that you be with
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| If it ain’t gang, one of mines, you gon' be sick
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| I swear to God, nigga, we gon' pull up
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| Huh, huh, huh, huh
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| Let me find out who you be with
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| If it ain’t mines, you gon' be sick
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| Nigga, ain’t with me, he don’t
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| Nigga ain’t with me, don’t wanna breathe no more
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| He don’t wanna live, nigga, bitch
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| Go against them red niggas, wanna be a dead nigga
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| Chopper with the leg in it, I hop out the bed with it
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| Leave a nigga, ah
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| Leave a nigga sleep in his whip like a bed in it
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| Huh, I can’t feel a damn thing off these meds
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| Huh, I only smoke opps and zaza, no red
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| All your niggas in the county, not the motherfuckin' feds
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| You don’t understand what the fuck a real crime is
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| Uh, you live to see another day, you better turn it up
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| Huh, you find out where them niggas stay, you better burn it up
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| SMO Squad, ayy, listen
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| SMO Squad here to stay, ain’t no turnin' us
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| Smoke a nigga boots, watch them lil' boots turn to dust
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| All them disrespectful shit them niggas on, they learned from us, yeah
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| Off a Perky bus
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| First bitch broke my heart, now it hurt to love
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| Cock the hammer, work the gun, huh, I got perfect thumbs
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| My lil' ho ready for the smoke, she got perfect lungs
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| Pull up to the door and we don’t know you, can’t serve you nothin'
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| FN to your ear just in case you had heard you somethin'
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| Ah, huh, leave you on the curb or somethin'
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| Pull up from the 'burbs or somethin', you gon' get disturbed or somethin'
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| Blood blood with me, Iceberg, he’ll gurb him somethin'
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| Wop be done pulled up in a drop 'cause he earned him somethin', yeah
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| I’m fucked up, my emotions never been correct, huh
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| Ran it up from my way, Skuba extra blessed, huh
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| But I’m loyal, talk, ah
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| Still loyal, talk to big blood every damn day collect, huh
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| Free Ho, niggas hoes, that’s forever what I’m on on
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| Bring him home 'fore I get another one them niggas gone
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| Throw a bone to my dawg, he’ll bite a bitch nose
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| Throw a bone to my dawg, yeah, cut up
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| Uh, still cussin'
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| Don’t talk about no bodies, we ain’t never discussin' it
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| (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
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| Don’t interr—
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| Don’t ever interrupt me, you better not had interrupted me
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| Punch a nigga in his stomach, uh, spleen, ruptured it
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| Uh, ruptured his spleen, my ring punctured it
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| Yeah, twenty thousand dollar diamond in the ring punchin' shit
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| Give a fuck about no jewelry, lil' nigga, I had a bunch of it, ah
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| Huh, I had a bunch of that
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| Damn near too much of that, huh, still gon' run it back
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| Got some shit on the way, they gon' be like, aw, that’s—
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| I got some shit on the way, niggas gon' be like, «Ayy, damn, that’s enough of
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| that,» huh
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| Can’t stop, nigga, won’t stop
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| Walk in, throw a Drac' shot to a nobody
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| Him say he don’t know 'bout me, pussy, ask your ho 'bout me
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| Or better yet, ask your daughter, lil' bitch on go 'bout me, huh, yeah
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| You a soft, soft-ass nigga, don’t go 'round me
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| I got big bro 'round me, he don’t like nobody
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| All you niggas super stupid, goofy, that’s for sure right
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| Skuba Steve Dolemite, rock out shows with the pipe
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| Huh, huh, rappin'-ass niggas, we ain’t none of them
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| Huh, Cutthroat Committee, Skuba Soulja Slim
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| They say he tough, oh, really? |
| I ain’t notice him
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| Small-ass nigga, you get love 'cause of your boss, huh
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| I’ll send a slug, get that love cut off, huh
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| I get it done like I’m above the law
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| Huh, y’all had on the gloves, havin' fun with the law, huh
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| You built like a stud, ain’t no duds in this Judge
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| Aw, nigga gon' be done if he bust
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| Aw, ain’t no bluff with the Bloods
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| You ain’t gon' knuck if you buck with the Bloods
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| Get him stuck, it’s the bop, got the wood with the huh, ah, duh |