| Uh, lil' bro just woke up, mmh, him gon' load the guns, uh
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| You don’t do no drugs, uh, that shit ain’t no fun, ayy
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| Boy, you ain’t my blood, hmm, you ain’t from my hood, uh
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| Boy, you ain’t my cuz, uh, you do not know Pooh, huh
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| You do not know Coke, huh, you do not know Scoop, huh
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| You do not know Lose, huh, you do not know Juice, huh
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| Boy, when I bump in your bitch, I swear this what I’m gon' do, uh
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| You so pissed off 'cause you know this shit true
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| I’m like thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
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| I’m like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
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| Yes, sir, I be on that tip, Perc' and lean to my kidneys
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| I don’t say it 'cause it’s bool, bitch, I say it 'cause it’s in me, I say
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| Thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
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| I’m like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
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| Yes, sir, I be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys
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| I don’t say it 'cause it’s bool, I say that shit because it’s, ayy, ayy, huh
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| You don’t do no drugs, huh, that shit don’t make no sense
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| Ayy, if I don’t do no drugs, then I won’t make no sense
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| Feel like I might break your bitch just 'cause I don’t take no shit
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| Might accept a little lip like only when she suckin' dick
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| Disrespect me, then that’s it, I end your life with my new stick
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| Then I pull up one more 'gain and hit your wife with my new clip
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| He spin the block like one more time because it’s sad, I’m really sick
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| Plus I feel like you alive so I’ma slide until I’m tired
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| And I only shot my Draco, four, five sticks sittin' on my side
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| I gotta let everything go 'cause you young niggas done crossed a line
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| Fool me once, ain’t no fool me twice, the first time, you dyin'
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| We pull up, we chop houses up, get to knockin' down your blinds, huh
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| If I run into your bitch again, she still gon' get fucked
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| 'Cause she still like my dance moves, she still like my buffs
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| And she still like how Percocet-10's feel in her butt
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| I’ma fill this bitch up, should I film it or what?
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| Stomach on her stomach, uh
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| Keep that bitch from runnin', uh
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| Link up with her cousin, uh
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| Soon as she was done fuckin', hmm
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| My Backwood is Russian, huh
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| Choppers give concussions, uh
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| High like David Ruffin, huh
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| Without me, show ain’t nothin', hmm
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| Stomach on her stomach, huh
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| Keep that bitch from runnin', huh
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| Link up with her cousin, uh
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| Soon as we done fuckin', huh
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| My Backwood is Russian, huh
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| Choppers give concussions, uh
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| High like David Ruffin, yeah
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| Ah yeah yeah, ayy
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| You ain’t got no sticks, ayy, I think you’s a bitch, ayy
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| And your bitch off that shit, I feed it to her like I’m Rick James
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| Chains on, whip two days old, Kunta Kente
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| The only way I take his main home is if the bitch gay
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| Told that bitch to fuck her best friend, make 'em switch names
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| She get sexy on the intersection, make me switch lanes
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| Perkies helpin' with my indigestion, ain’t no sick days
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| Fuck a nigga mama through the house, Skuba Ben Rain
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| Fuck a nigga mama through the house and do the Melvin
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| I want some hoes gon' fuck themself and me just like I’m Welvin
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| Control the stage, hope you hear they compare me to Elvis
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| But I ain’t like that nigga 'cause that nigga ain’t never sell shit
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| But your bitch got my name tatted on her pelvis
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| And that shit a shame 'cause a nigga ain’t even smelled it
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| You mad than a bitch, fuck out your feelings, she can’t help it
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| You know she heard about that motherfuckin'…
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| I’m like thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
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| I’m like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
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| Yes, sir, I be on that tip, Perc' and lean to my kidneys
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| I don’t say it 'cause it’s bool, bitch, I say it 'cause it’s in me, I say
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| Thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties
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| I’m like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city
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| Yes, sir, I be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys
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| I don’t say it 'cause it’s bool, I say that shit because it’s, ayy, ayy, huh |