| Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here
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| Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it’s up there
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| Niggas better be bool, ain’t no fool, we can’t take a chance
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| Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance
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| I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance
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| Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin' ass
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| Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last
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| I’ll teach that lil' pussy somethin', make him take a class
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| I’ll pack Dior, huh, I’ll blow it up
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| Skeet got an extra rifle automatic loaded up
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| He’ll shoot a bullet through the wind, he be scopin' shit up
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| Catch a nigga lackin', get it brackin', make him open up
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| They actin' like they want some smoke, bitch, we keep rollin' up
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| Flirt with your baby mama just to make her hold my gun
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| Grab that pussy with my left hand, you see this Rollie bust
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| Good rock in the air, name hold everywhere, you know it’s us
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| Let me crank, let me fuck her from the front 'til it break
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| Don’t do breaks, pop another RP and make it shake
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| If she fast, 69, I can’t kiss it if it stank
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| Don’t give fuck 'bout what you think, fresher than my uncle Frank
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| Twenty thousand on me in my bookbag, ain’t out the bank
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| Hundred dollars for a pint of Act', so I been drankin'
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| Huh, bend your bitch over, we gon' do the hanky-panky
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| We been shittin' on the opps, they got an attitude, duh
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| I been gettin' too much money, why they mad at Skub?
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| Pussy nigga, you was gettin' money, I wasn’t mad at you
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| Fuck a nigga sister, bend her over, make her grab her shoe
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| Do a bunch of freaky shit to that lil' monkey, still can’t get nothin' from me
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| We move them pills and 'bows, my niggas got it jumpin'
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| I was flirtin' with the opps' mama 'cause she got a thumper
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| Old bitch got to talkin' brazy, then we got to jumpin'
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| Go’n call your sons and they brothers, we gon' get to dumpin', huh
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| We’ll tear this bitch up, swear to God we will
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| I be with a bunch of young niggas that rob and kill
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| We the main reason all them niggas done died for real, yeah
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| We the main reason all them niggas keep dyin' still
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| I can’t slide 'less my niggas them ride with steel
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| Least 'bout four five straps behind the wheel
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| Told 'em put a hundred on the bop, let me know it’s real
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| Up my phone when I spin they block, you knew I’m on a drill, duh
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| How they tryna play it? |
| Huh, I ain’t gotta say it, huh
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| They put a body on his head, you know I gotta pay it, huh
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| Put a bag on his head, you know my niggas want it, huh
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| They strapped up and they pressin', all my niggas on it, uh
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| Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here
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| Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it’s up there
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| Niggas better be bool, ain’t no fool, we can’t take a chance
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| Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance
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| I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance
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| Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin' ass
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| Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last
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| I’ll teach that lil' pussy somethin', make him take a class |