| Squad, hmm
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| SMO, huh
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| Hmm, hmm
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| It’s the Eastside Ape
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| SMO, ayy
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| Hmm, SMO, ayy
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| Ayy, huh
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| I talked to Jig, talked to Rick, free the guys, yeah
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| Bitch, don’t be surprised if you see 'em with me slidin', hmm
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| JJ’ll smoke 'em, down to ride and throw them fives
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| Nigga, if you play with Boskey, say no more, you 'bout to die, hmm
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| DT and Mari way richer than you other niggas
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| We ain’t come to party, we just came to fuck a couple bitches
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| We’ll get it started, up the straps and get to bustin' niggas
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| I got Steez with me, he look like he ain’t my bodyguard
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| He gon' pull a bitch, then pull a clip if niggas actin' hard
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| He a ho, pull his card, chase him to the boulevard
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| Windows tinted on my car, roll 'em down and flip his car
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| Bitch, I’m Blood, flip his bar, you see how I flipped that bar?
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| You see how I flipped that brick of clean, know that bitch was raw
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| She know I’ma lick it if it’s clean, I might hit it raw
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| Traphouse lookin' like a kennel, come and get some dog
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| We’ll put a nigga in the 'spital, better get your dog
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| Niggas talk brazy on the song, but never in person
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| Nigga, what you want? |
| How you playin' it? |
| Niggas be purpin'
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| Bitch, I be outside, not on Live, I’m tryna get to it
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| Always rap about punchin' niggas in they shit 'cause they know I’ll do it
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| I be in the stores, hittin' hoes, nigga, all that shit
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| Fat asked me what’s good, tell that nigga can’t call that shit
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| Still hit Eastland with my mans like I ain’t dogshit rich
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| Drop a couple bands, yeah, we’ll sign, give me all that shit
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| Haircut in the basement by Fresh, he like, «Dog, you lit»
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| Try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks
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| Smoke whoever you with, on the set, fuck all them niggas
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| Nigga, fuck all that shit, ain’t no nigga gettin' off on gang gang
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| Big Ape, big pape', make your BM choo-choo train-train
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| Big Drac', mixtape, drop that bitch and I see brain stains
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| Bitch got her frame banged, nigga got his name made
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| Sock a pussy nigga in his mouth, what he say? |
| Huh
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| What he say? |
| Huh, hmm, what’s up, OG?
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| I can see an opp nigga bitch and make her fuck on me
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| But I’d rather put her in the blender for some company
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| Bitch, I’d rather put her in the blender for some bompany
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| Huh, that’s what type of time I’m on, I ain’t switchin' it
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| It’s a bunch of hams 'round this bitch and I ain’t feelin' it
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| Nigga don’t wanna throw no hands with me, I’ll split his shit
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| I can’t hit no bitch, but I’ll stomp a stud
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| My side-bitch TLC, she don’t fuck with scrubs
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| I ain’t got no side-bitch, just fucked you, uh
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| I be sayin' what I wanna, I ran it up
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| 'Nother hundred thousand every time I spark a blunt
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| Bitch, I’ll spark a 'Wood and make a ten ball
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| Walk up in your club thirty minutes, then I dip off
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| And I’m linked in through your hood, bitch, I’m big dog
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| The real niggas run me to the bity, can’t get ripped off
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| Haha, hmm, when they gon' learn somethin'?
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| You know I brung extra yops, Skuba earned somethin', huh
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| One on JoJo, one on Jacques, they gon' burn somethin', huh
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| One on Stewie, one on Stack, they gon' murk somethin', huh
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| I’ll break a bitch back, made her twerk somethin', huh
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| Million-dollar Scatpack, bet he swerve somethin', yeah
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| Free Blow, he know I been sippin' syrup for him, huh
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| Me and Smoke got a pint up in our styrofoams
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| Me and Skilla hit the same bitch, cut her off
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| Cheekadeek only seventeen, had them bitches lost
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| My Uncle Tracy, he gon' kill you if you touch me
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| That’s why I don’t never let him come in public
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| He be done bust a motherfucker if you bump me
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| Hmm, ayy, ayy, huh
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| He be done bust a motherfucker if you bump me
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| Same result with the rest of my brothers
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| We’ll be done bust a motherfucker if you bump us
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Same result with the rest of my brothers
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| Be done bust a motherfucker if you, ayy, duh |