| Niggas still acting like me, and I still ain’t got no kids
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| Niggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain’t got no crib
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| Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live
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| Don’t matter I got his address If I want that nig-
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| Pooh, you a fool for this one
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| I always rap about my
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| I always rap about my
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Okay, he ain’t talkin' like me, no way
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| I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K
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| I always ride with some drakes
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| You always ride with some snakes
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| Bust me a script, go down the way
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| Brand new whip from out the way
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| Can’t keep your ho up out my face
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| Now I sell dope up out her place
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| Now your kids be doing my dance
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| Beat your son ass if he go in my pants
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| Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash
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| But it won’t happen 'cause I move too fast
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| Shoot your ass if you move too fast
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| Two more bands for a cool cool bag
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| It got my bullets in it
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| Ayy, ayy, and I’m gonna bully niggas
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| Bitch say she wanna fuck with Skuba, better have some money with her
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| Nigga say he wanna fuck with me, that shit ain’t happening
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| Gang gang with me, and them the only niggas that’s brackin'
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| You other niggas be lackin', hmm, and ain’t about action
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| Before I dripped in this fashion, I was not giving out passes
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| Not slappin' no daps, I was pushing packs out of traps
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| Showin' niggas how to act, breakin' young bitches' backs, huh
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| Niggas still acting like me, and I still ain’t got no kids
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| Niggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain’t got no crib
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| Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live
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| Don’t matter I got his address If I want that nigga dead, huh
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| Now these dance moves, huh, got my chains dancing too, ayy
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| And this Rolex, hmm, walked in and cashed it too, hmm
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| And this double cup, nigga? |
| Could’ve paid your rent with juice
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| That lil' bitch that you with, she loose and don’t do shit to your pockets
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| neither
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| You act like a nigga who grew up without a father figure
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| I act like a nigga who grew up playing with choppers, nigga
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| I know I’m a nigga who address who got some problems with me
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| Pull up on me if you feel you got one, it ain’t likely, is it? |
| (Huh)
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| Okay, he ain’t talkin' like me, no way
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| I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K
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| I always ride with some drakes
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| You always ride with some snakes
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| Bust me a script, go down the way
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| Brand new whip from out the way
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| Can’t keep your ho up out my face
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| Now I sell dope up out her place
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| Now your kids be doing my dance
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| Beat your son ass if he go in my pants
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| Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash
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| But it won’t happen 'cause I move too fast
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| Shoot your ass if you move too fast
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| Two more bands for a cool cool bag
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| It got my bullets in it |